« Suddenly, a dazzling sun returns to the cockpit, the Boeing accelerates abruptly, silence is again, the disturbances are immediately behind them. Markle checks the checks, stunned. The aircraft flies perfectly well, in a steady rumble, but all the instruments are out of control. Despite the dizzying fall for a good five minutes, the altitude is again set at 39,000 feet, the weather radar refuses to report any disturbance, and the apparent heading is two six zeroes. It takes up the microphone of the cabin intercom. "Well, as you saw with me, we came out of the cloud without much damage. Please remain seated until future instruction and keep any electronic devices turned off. Flight attendants, you can come off, thank you. Cabin report, please. »

« Cumulonimbus is getting closer, it's a supercell, but it's far from classic. It is not a solitary anvil that rises to the upper atmosphere, it is dozens of them, as raised by an invisible hand, that merge into the tropopause. On the ocean, ships must be caught in an apocalyptic depression. In twenty years of long haul, Markle has never seen this. The storm of the year, at least. »

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