Piece by piece, Helen and Katrina started configuring the rainmaker. Slowly taking shape, the time had come to attach it to Katrina's bi-plane. It fitted perfectly. The fuel was relocated to the plane's fuel tank. It was time for the test run. As Katrina took off, Helen stayed in the lighthouse. The next thing she knew, Katrina went up in flames in the cloud.

She went in the skies for the test run and just hoped that it didn't turn out like Katrina's. Pushing down on the throttle, Helen took to the skies. Searching for a cloud, at last she found one. Hundreds upon hundreds of things were whirling around in her brain: turn on the sprinkler first; the sparker was on; next, decompressurise the gases and then... release the gas!

It had worked. The cloud was growing. The rain was falling. Helen had done it. The gas was flowing out of the turbo-charged boat enging as the sparker ignited it as soon as it left the sprayer. Helen had created a rainmaker. All of her sister's work had been pursued. She was an official Oceanmaker.

BANG! Wondering what it was, Helen turned around. It was the one thing she didn't want. How did they find her? It was just as her sister had warned her. The Sea Pirates were back. What should she do? What would her sister have done?

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They came zooming over the top opening fire. The whole plane shook. The dials were spinning out of control. Once again her engine blew up. Plumes of black smoke emerged from the turbine. Cloud catchers emerged from the back of the plane as they flew straight into the heart of the cloud. Looping right up, they double-backed as their machine gunners opened fire. Gracefully, dodging each one, there wasn't a single hit.

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The F-37s had turned on their afterburners, gone supersonic and turned almost impossible to hit. On the other hand, the Eurofighters hadn't but they opened fire. Helen was being shot at and she was outnumbered but she did have more ammunition. The battle had commenced.

Out of the blue, two other Harriers came up on either side of Helen. They had the same symbol that was on her arm but on their planes. The GCF (Global Climate Force) had arrived and right on cue. To Helen's luck, they were fully armed. One missile after the other all of the Eurofighters were taken out of the sky. Only the F-37s remained.

One of the Harriers was hit; black smoke emerged from the rear of the plane. There were only two of them left. Helen and the other jet opened fire, 1...2...3 jets taken out of the sky. Now it was time for Helen to finish off what she started. Turning on the rainmaker gas once more she reached the required altitude. As he wasn't needed any more, the other Harrier peeled off and went to GCF base.

The gas flowed out of the twin turbo-charged boat engine as the sparker ingnited it. The rainmaker was working once more. BANG! Turning around to see what it was, she realised that the sea pirates had one more trick up their sleeve: they had a Boeing 737. This was one of the largest planes and was loaded with guns. Machine guns.

Her Harrier friend had shot at the 737 but failed and the reaction of this monstrous plane was instant. All ten machine guns opened fire at the Harrier and it was as if it had never been there. Their next target was Helen. Helen was smaller and more nimble but the Boeing had much more ammunition and much better aim.

Pulling up into a loop, Helen only had 50 bullets and two missiles. Banking down in the loop, she shot a missile. That was two machine guns out of the way but there were still eight more. The Harrier Jump jet was being pushed to its boundaries as she performed an outside turn. Her body would now feel four times heavier than normal. She pulled a barrel roll and dodged them. She used up her final missile. Bulls-eye. She hit the middle of the plane. Three more machine guns were taken out but they still had five. The 737 was losing altitude and leaking fuel. Helen wanted to get clear before it hit the ground so used up all of her ammunition and rainmaker gas so that she would be lighter and quicker. Then she pushed down on the throttle as far as it would go and she shot off into the sunset.

Before the 737 hit the ground, it shot one vital missile. It hit Helen. BANG! The Boeing 737 was no more. It had crashed to the ground and gone up in flame. Unfortunately, that looked like Helen's fate too. DEATH.

Falling from 7500 feet in the sky, she had no engine thrust. Helen was going down. What should she do?

Plumes of smoke billowed from the faulty enging as her planed dived down towards the ground. The infnat was pulling back on the joystick as hard as possible yet the plan was refusing to respond. It was stuck in a dive and didn't want to pull up. Harder and harder the girl pulled and, at last, it twitched. But, would it be enough to prevent it from crashing?

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Helen pulled up as hard as she could but the plane refused to exit the dive any further. There was only one thing left to do. Once again, eject.

It didn't work. She hadn't ejected. The hydraulic pressure must have dropped. If she opened the canopy — not that she could because of the drop in pressure — she would black out or die. But, by the look of things, she was going to die anyway. What was that light for? Then she remembered. Built for situations just like these, she had fitted a rainmaker ejection system. Luckily, this didn't need hydraulic pressure. As she had fitted it herself, all Helen would have to do is press the button and a tiny explosion would cause the rainmaker to detach the plane and then self-destruct.

Her hand pressed the button as instantly there was a slight jolt and then a bang. The rainmaker was no more. Continuing to pull upon the joystick, she felt the plane respond. Clearly that change of weight was enough to enable it to leave the dive. However, it hadn't lost enough weight. It was still heading for the ground...

A massive cloud of smoke replaced the plane as it hit the ground. The rainmaker was gone. Helen was gone. As the cloud disappeared, flames appeared. Paper that was once in the cockpit, was now flapping in the wind.

When Helen ejected the rainmaker, the remaining gas was sprayed out. Eventually, the gas came into contact with a cloud making it rain. Although Helen and her sister were no longer around, the rainmaker project had succeeded. Rain clouds invaded the blue sky as raindrops fell from above their heads.

The sodden rainmaker plans had exited the Harrier jet's cockpit before the fire ignited. Gliding in the rain, the piece of paper drifted as the wind blew. It flapped about before being spotted. What once was a sunny, barren landscape was now full of rain.

The dim, flickering light that the lighthouse produced shone out into the dark abyss of rain and cloud. It drifted closer and closer towards the lighthouse. The door to the lighthouse opened. Pieces of paper flew around effortlessly as the rainmaker plans caught on the open door. Flapping in the wind, she took the sodden rainmaker plans inside her lighthouse.

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The wreckage of the plane was flooded as puddles sat in the cockpit. Raindrops spattered in them, rippling as they landed. Sharp rugged edges were created as the rain extinguished the flames.

In the middle of what was now turning into a sea, there was a crater. A crater that was indented into the surface of the earth had been created by a crashed, eroding Harrier jump jet. No life could be seen as the sea was slowly growing back.

Helen and Katrina had completed what they wanted to achieve. Although they weren't there to see it, they had created another sea and brought the land back to life. All of this had been created by a persevering pair of sisters who wanted to turn the land back into what it was: an ocean.

They were OCEANMAKERS!

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