I'M BACK FROM MY BREAK. SORRY FOR THE MISTAKES IN MY LAST CHAPTER,THOSE WERE TAKEN CARE OF. ENJOY.
Back in the breeding room, Blu and Jewel ate in silence. This was their first meal together, so they both shared the awkward feeling. As the mango chunk slipped through her throat, she savoured the sweet and exotic taste of the mango.
'Gosh, this mango is delicious... I wonder... How does Blu taste like?'
Almost instantly she blushed at her thought. Actually,her blush was big enough to be noticed through her feathers. Blu noticed this,and turned his head towards hers.
"Is everything okay,Jewel?"
She turned her head too,and once again their eyes locked. The water collided with earth, as they got lost once again in the raging sea of emotions. They remained mentally locked for about 30 seconds, and then they broke away simultaneously.
Continuing their breakfast, Blu remembered something,and then turned to Jewel.
"Hey,Jewel?"
"Yeah?"
Blu took a big breath, and continued. 'Okay, here it goes.'
"Listen, i've been thinking, and i think that were not ready yet."
"Not ready? For what?"
"Do you know why i was brought here?"
Due to recent events,Jewel's mind had a little problem remembering that,but once she figured it out, she blushed,AGAIN.
"Uh, yes."
"Well, do you agree with me?"
"Totally. After all, it would be hard to make love with this wing..." Once hearing this,Blu joined Jewel in her blushing fit.
"No-Not only that! We must find a good home in the jungle, and i have to learn more about jungle survival techniques. You know, like finding food and water..."
"I agree, but... Hey! I can teach you when the cast on my wing is taken off! After all, i know a lot about it." Jewel spoke with a smile. Blu smiled too.
"Your'e right,Jewel! I can't wait..."
Back at the carrier, Pedro was with his air wing in the briefing room,listening to his commander.
"...Since the war started, the navy was ordered to double our patrol efforts and re-organise our patrol areas. So,the first and second squadron will patrol the southern territorial waters, and third and fourth squadron will patrol the eastern territorial waters"
As soon the Major Rodriguez said that, the whole room echoed with annoyed groans.
"I know that you want a break,but as soon this is over,you will be changed with the other pilots that are taking their break now. So,hitting the beach will have to wait for some more,unless you want to eject over Copacabana with a torn parachute..."
This time,the room echoed with chuckles instead of groans.
"I know,i have a sick sense of humor. The flight lists will be set up in the afternoon. You are dismissed,caras! (guys)
5 minutes later, after walking through the labyrinth of hallways, he entered his room. After he switched the light on, the first thing that could be noticed was a big poster of Dorsal Atlantica (Brazilian trash metal band) and a military macaw standing on a small opened window.
Seeing Pedro, he flew up and landed on his shoulder, squawking happily.
"I know, i missed you too Aldo. How have you been?"
Aldo,a 12 year old macaw was smart and intelligent bird. He knows how to write and read both Potugese and English. He held up a paper, and it said:
"Good. I explored the jungle a little." Pedro was surprised. How did he knew that he will ask him that?
"Wow! You knew i would ask you that? Your'e so smart! Did you ate?"
Aldo wrote the answer, and then showed it to him.
"I did. Dragonfruit this time."
"OK, listen... Something poped up, and i have to fly more patrol flights. You can handle yourself,right?"
As a respond,he nodded.
"OK, now... Are you up for some heavy metal?"
Another happy squawk.
"That's right! Let's see..." Pedro started to search for a CD that contained some songs he liked a lot. He found it,finally.
"Dorsal Atlantica: Alcool!"
He then clicked the play button on his CD-player,and then laid down on his bunk bed. Aldo was on the speaker, squawking with the rhythm.
25 MILES NORTH OF THE FALKLAND ISLANDS
A Brazilian transport ship named "Felicia" was on it's way from the Rio to the Port Stanley. Out of the blue, the Brazilian government was asked to deliver a ship full of supplies to the Port Stanley, saying that the British transport ship broke down. They asked for food,water and medical supplies,and the Brits would repay in money. The Brazil government agreed,sending the "Felicia" to Port Stanley. The ships captain, Luiz Alvarez, smelled trouble.
The second officer spoke up:
"At this rate, we will arrive to the Port Stanley in about 90 minutes."
"Good,good... I hope we don't get attacked by an accident..."
"Why,sir? Brazil is neutral..."
"I know,but i have a felling that-"
But he was cut by a large explosion and a big shaking. Just then he realized that the stern was hit by an torpedo.
Before he became the captain of Felicia,he was the first captain of a Brazilian frigate,and a good one. He could recognize and differ the impact from a torpedo,missile or mine. And he was sure that this was a torpedo.
Soon after, a sailor entered the command bridge and yelled:
"We have been hit,sir! The engine room is completely flooded and-"
"Evacuate the ship. Tell the radio room to send a S.O.S."
"They are already sending it,sir!"
Before leaving,he turned to the second officer, and said:
"Told ya."
10 minutes later, the survivors watched from their lifeboats as their ship sunk to the bottom of the ocean. Just then,a Argentine submarine emerged from the water just 50 feet away. As soon as it came to a stop, the top hatch opened,and a man with a FN MAG machine gun appeared and shouted:
"Las manos en el aire! Toda resistencia es inútil!" (Hands in the air! Any resistance is futile!)
'And here it begins...'
AND... THANK YOU FOR 370+ VIEWS! LOOKS LIKE IT WORTH COMING TO Rio SECTION! SOON, I'LL LAUNCH MY GROUP,THE "Rio Metal Society" JUST BE PATIENT!
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TiPoDiRaMartin,
OUT(hail Batista)