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It was a quiet morning. No traces of cars driving by, honking their horns. No clamorous sounds of little kids yelling. No dogs barking. Just peaceful and quiet and everyone woke towards a full sun. A gentle breeze blew with a sporadic smell of flower petals in it. The air was just right, cool and fresh. And along with the road comes the steady trail on noisy, sluggish, truck. The sea trial base, housing the workshop, was accessible via traversing a short, sentinel road. We opened the squeaky back door and made our way firmly through the workshop towards the sea trial site office. In an excessive spurt of high spirits, we clustered around the desk for a pre-flight pithy. Ten minutes after, we set in with hearty agreement with the plan of action.

A white speed boat shot out from the wharf curtly. As we headed down the tranquil and cold sea, we could see, in the distance, a colossal white target glued with two spanning outward wings. We knew unwaveringly it was the AirFish-8. We touched down on the craft to execute a stringent safety check to depreciate the precarious life threatening plausibility. With the sting of sweat in our eyes, we rode enthusiastically back to the dock to take our captain and co-captain onboard. Just then, we saw it, two hasty black speedboats, as they peer over the gently sloping waves of the sea, and made their way through the moderately thin damp fog heading outwardly to divert traffic. Until that moment, the bright sun pierced through our saline eyelids and we made a feeble attempt to block the faint beams of light with our shaking hands. As the speedboat pulled away from the eight-seater craft, with a quick glance, we uncovered two composed smiles through the windscreen. We could hear the non-distant moans of a cold engine as the captain twisted the throttle and accelerated through the undulating waves of the sea.

Unperturbed due to the low air turbulence and the absence of the hail, the captain was just holding his breath low and gathering his thoughts. Consequently, the AirFish-8 ascended forcefully through approximately two meters above the conspicuous waters and maneuvered incessantly through the envisaged smooth airflow sustained by two revolving pusher propellers and reached its cruising altitude. Shortly after, the AirFish-8 came proximal to the restraining boundary of the flying template and attempted a 300m banked turn with the sponson striking the water intermittently. The captain wiped his brow, anticipating the cruising time for the flight. As the AirFish-8 descending, the captain persistently fight to control the craft. The hull hit unswervingly on the waters with an overwhelming splashing impact and slowed down with a beautiful skidding through the rolling waves of the sea. The AirFish-8 landed safely.