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ted mr. James on the shoulder, and said, \"I think you're right, but we have to go somewhere.\"
\"where?\" James asked impatiently.
Andrews did not immediately respond. After a moment of breathlessness and calmness, he spoke.
\"I own this ship.\"
when Andrew woke up the next day, the sun was up and James was sitting in the back with a flashlight in front of the island.
\"hey, I had a dream last night,\" he said, waving the flashlight. \"I dreamed again in this mysterious ancient tomb. A large turtle crawled into the old temple and raised its head. It looked up to the sky, opened its mouth and spat out eggs. After eating the eggs.\" \"...\"
\"we're very lucky,\" Andrews said with a smile.
\"oh, our ships always go astray at critical moments, isn't it strange that this happened by accident? don't you suspect a conspiracy?\"
Andrews shrugged, \"we don't know who's in charge of all of this. It could be our enemies, it could be crazy...but it won't harm us. \"For now, I think so.\"
James looked at him in surprise and laughed.
\"You say we're so lucky!\"
Andrews smiled, but his face suddenly hardened. he saw a truck hit him in the distance. All of a sudden, a racing car sped up and jerked the steering wheel. At that moment, he noticed that James's face was pale and his legs were shaking.
\"James…James!\" Andrews shouted urgently. \"don't panic, James, get behind the wheel and accelerate our car!\"
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