Jack and Frank worked in earnest dropping out the nets with the explosives attached to them, every twenty meters.

A few hours later, the boat cruised towards shore.

They moored outside a resort.

The water was dead still.

Something was up.

But those revelers partying around the pool had no idea that at about 9.31 pm that a tidal wave was going to gatecrash their party.

As we left Krakatoa, giant plumes of steam erupted from under the water.

I told Jack it was obvious that magma was flowing into the Mariana Trench, and something had to give.

'Lucky we put those drag nets out.'

We had covered about 50 kilometers of them, which we figured would cover most of the vulnerable beaches on this part of Java. 

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