Manila, The Malacañan Palace, Thursday, 6 June 1946
President Arellano had called a meeting of the Council of Ministers to review the Chinese response to the arrest of the Dong Fa 37.
“Ambassador Wang was quite apologetic,” Foreign Minister Rómulo commented, “and I believe that he personally was quite sincere; the rest of the Chinese Government I have reservations about.”
“You are suggesting that they are keeping Wang in the dark?” responded Vice President Roxas.
“I am certain that Wang is not privy to all his Government’s decisions, as is our ambassador in Peking,” Rómulo admitted. “Which reminds me, do we wish to send him back at this time?” The question was left hanging in the air.
The President nodded. “So, the Chinese are apologetic, they regret the incident, they aver that the Dong Fa 37 strayed into our waters due to navigational error. It sounds as though they expect we will gain nothing from interrogating the crew.”
“The Chinese Government maintains that their surveillance of Itu Aba from a position on the high seas is within their rights, to monitor our adherence to the Treaty of Saigon,” Rómulo stated. “The law of nations is somewhat on their side.”
“I have asked the French ambassador to call later this afternoon,” Arellano said. “There are questions that require investigation. For the moment, we will maintain our vigilance, and the prosecution of the crew of the Dong Fa 37 will proceed. If the Chinese Government chooses to wash their hands of the matter, then it might loosen the tongues of her crew.”
Itu Aba Island, Friday, 7 June 1946
Captain Abcede and his men had never seen an aircraft as large as the one which now circled overhead – a huge high-wing plane with fixed landing gear and a bulbous nose. It circled the airstrip twice before making its final approach, lurching upon touchdown and rolling to a stop several hundred meters down the runway’s length. She bore the livery of Air Manila rather than the Philippine Air Force, and her pilot taxied her close to the group of tents that still served as the headquarters of the Constabulary detachment.
The entire nose of the aircraft cranked open and the aircrew slid back a hatch on the aircraft’s side, disgorging six new arrivals. The senior NCO walked over and saluted, “Sergeant Katigbak reporting sir”.
The airplane’s crew began to offload the cargo it brought. For the men who had been on the island for weeks it was like Christmas – insulated lockers filled with fresh food, lumber for the construction of more permanent quarters, bags of cement, steel reinforcing bars, and, squirreled away under a load of empty sandbags, several cases of San Miguel beer.
Abcede was more interested in the orders the sergeant had brought with him. Construction of a building suitable for housing several generators was to be accorded priority, and secure storage for fuel as well. It appeared that the timetable for development of the observation facilities on the island had been moved up.