On the sea, a giant whirlpool like a monstrous maw gaped wide, threatening to swallow everything in its path. The raging wind and waves tore at the powerless small aircraft trying desperately to flee.,Sitting in the cockpit, the small hand gripping the steering wheel was white with effort. His eyes were fixed on the vortex, a look of fear etched on his face, but his missing lips still muttered curses incessantly.,"You damn bastards! You incompetent fools! You said the plane was modified, what a load of crap! What kind of wings are these They'd break in a gale! Are they made of paper! You knew I was coming here to explore the Bermuda Triangle and you gave me this junk! If I survive this, I swear on my life, I'll have your heads! "。