Navy Lifts Plane From Ocean Floor, Then They Look Inside

First Encounter

The jungle grew silent, the rustling of leaves and chirping of birds replaced by an eerie stillness. Rick froze mid-step, his hand instinctively reaching for his radio. Then, from the shadows, figures began to emerge—silent and watchful. Their movements were slow, deliberate, as though assessing the intruders. The crew exchanged nervous glances, unsure whether to speak or wait. The tension was palpable as the gap between them closed.