For the love of Mike…

…or Mark… whatever…

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Stop turning Abbey into a dude!  Look at the shoulders on her in panel one!

I guess 12 or 13 MPH is all is took to outrun the devastation… You know, is this all a cheap rip-off of the movie San Andreas starring Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson?   The scene where they have to out-run a tsunami by running straight into it?  Of course in that movie (which, for a latter day Irwin Allen epic was pretty good,) we actually cared about the characters…  OK, at least I did.  Here, not so much.  And a once-more subtle reminder that the disaster movie genre does not translate well to the serial comics format…

Funny how none of these scrapes translates into PTSD for Mark.  He just keeps going back for more.  By now he must realize that the world is out to get him… Oh that it actually would, by some little measure, would be satisfying…

How many times must we endure this “device?”

The “Oh No! Look out!” exclamation that, in theory, beckons us to tune in the next day.

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As the little craft struggles to clear the fringe of the blast radius, let’s assume that Abbey is looking ahead, which means that no matter which direction our intrepid cast turns, they are facing down death and destruction.  Not Wit, not Irony, not anything that might be even remotely more interesting than trying to escape Nature’s Fury (again!)

So CHUSH, DUSHH and BDUSSHH you, keeper of the Trail flame… it’s been reduced to a feeble ember…

Like an X-Wing fighter escaping the exploding Death Star…

…or not…  the three are now heading away from the blast zone as fast as mechanically possible…  which appears to be 13.4 MPH

For the benefit of anyone (like me) who initially missed the silhouette of three people in an undersized, underpowered boat escaping the rain of meteor-sized fiery rocks, I have circled it in yellow…

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It also appears that “hit it, Cal…” was not sufficient guidance from a few days ago, so let’s try, “Get us out of here, Cal <exclamation point>”and see if that works…

 

KA-BRUMBLLE?

Seriously.  You mean you haven’t put any distance between yourselves and the Molten Mess?  Well, you deserve to die.

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And to the question “What has Rusty been up to all this time?” Realize that the elapsed time has been (including travel time from Lost Forest) about 3 days.  Or less.  We haven’t lost daylight during this race against flowing lava and exploding island, and the only implied overnight was between the time Mark and Cherry were greeted by the shirtless conch-blower and then seeing them pool-side when Mark’s phone rang with Abbey on the other end…

Oh how I pine,
For a decent story line.

OK, let’s figure this out…

I know we have all been going back and forth about whether ‘Volcano’ and ‘Atoll’ deserve to be in the same sentence… and here’s what I found:

The coral of the atoll often sits atop the rim of an extinct seamount or volcano which has eroded or subsided partially beneath the water. The lagoon forms over the volcanic crater or caldera while the higher rim remains above water or at shallow depths that permit the coral to grow and form the reefs. For the atoll to persist, continued erosion or subsidence must be at a rate slow enough to permit reef growth upwards and outwards to replace the lost height.

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But is this entirely inconsistent with an island that has 100 foot sheer rock faces jutting up from the sea, lost civilizations expert in the art of stone cutting down to the nearest millimeter, and other things that we have witnessed over the ensuing months?  Seems a bit far fetched, but here’s a short video discussing how reefs and atolls (a specific kind of reef) are formed with the help of a volcano… So who knows, could be that the volcano had been dormant for centuries or longer, only to awaken for the benefit Mark and Abbey and what constitutes our current storyline.

And here’s what an underwater volcano looks like from above, the Seamount forming…  a reminder that despite what Man does or doesn’t do, Mother Earth has her own agenda…

How convenient…

As Mark gets a leg-up and into the boat by… I don’t know who or what… He encourages Cal to gun that 9.9hp Johnson outboard and get them the H-E-double toothpicks out of there…

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So now we take odds as to whether they will be able to return to civilization unscathed…  and given our experience with these protracted story lines, I’d say the odds are 70-30 in favor of further calamity.  Or 90-10 in favor of the Feds showing up…

Come to think of it though, a helicopter rescue would have been much more satisfying.  To see Cal hovering over Mark and Abbey, inches off the water, bathed in Prop-wash, and hauling them to safety… watching them talk to each other in normal voices, oblivious to the roar of the engine 6 feet above them, and figuring then that Abbey would have to explain why she had to expense a boat and motor on the government dime… be subject to congressional scrutiny by the new administration… Oh I guess these things can go any which-a-way, and for that matter still could.

Well Hallelujah…

At least we aren’t dragging this out…  weeks of Mark and Abbey bobbing around, seemingly on their last legs, wondering if they will be found… Rather we have Cal right on the Mark… Hah!  See what I did there??

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But what must be racing through Mark’s mind right now…

But… Cal=Helicopter, Cal≠Boat, Abbey=Boat, Abbey floating with me…

Just imagine the cognitive disarray!

So climb aboard me mateys…  let’s get back to the Resort and end this silly story!!