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Friday, November 28th Port Alberni, BC

David ran out of the trailer towards Ben Thompson and his foreman: "Stop the drilling!" Ben hit the kill switch, the generator powered down. There was a deafening silence after all the months of drill site noise. Hank and Elliot had followed him out of the trailer – they watched, grinning, as David instructed Ben.

"The last readings say we’re close. Put your hand on the pipe – you’ll feel it..."
Ben pulled off his glove and felt the tremor through the shaft. He looked at David, "What’s next?"

"Okay, gear down the RPM’s on the drill head, keep the mud coolant moving down. Is the cement perimeter around the shaft solid from overnight?"

"Yeah, it should hold."

"Okay – proceed at about one tenth speed." David went back in to check the readouts.
For the next few hours, everyone watched and waited. Then, almost effortlessly, the drill head penetrated the hemispheric bubble. The derrick shuddered at the impact of the pressure, and then, through the spill gap of the dual piping system, the fluid condensation from the cycles of growth and decay that had occurred over a hundred million years, shot out - high over the derrick, and rained on them.

They moved fast. Ben and his crew pulled away the drilling apparatus, the crane moved the well-cap over, ever so slowly the men positioned it in place, then threw the winch clamps and bolted it down.

Hank and David began hugging and laughing; Elliot watched the vibrations around the well-cap distribute then settle. Ben’s foreman had his digital camera ready and captured a continuous run of pictures.

Everyone was smiling through the oil.