(A/N: If any two parts of dialect from two characters are combined, I'm sorry. That's just the result of copying the chapter from Google Docs)
“Lady! Dude!” Someone shook me awake, “Wake up!”I rubbed my eyes and looked at the owner of the voice. I didn’t know who was shaking me, it certainly wasn’t my mother, “What happened? Who are you?!”
“No time to explain, brace for impact!” The person said quickly, then darted to a seat across the aisle. I looked over to my mom, but she was nowhere to be seen. I jumped up and looked around, but some force pushed me back into my seat. That’s when I looked over to the window. The plane was falling out of the sky.“Mom? Mom?!” I screamed, “Mom, answer me!”
Mom appeared from behind a seat, “Tanya, goddamnit, get down now!”
I glanced over to the person who had woke me and copied what they were doing. I ducked my head down and covered it with my hands. The sound of the plane cutting through the air pierced my ears, which made me start crying, and I couldn’t stop. I was waiting for my inevitable death. Out of the corner of my tear-filled eyes, I saw my mom’s shoes run down the aisle, trying to make it to her seat before the plane hit the unknown below us.
Like a bowling ball, the plane crashes into the unknown surface. Several people scream as water envelops the plane. As water starts leaking into the cabin, the lone stewardess makes her way down the aisle, throwing out life jackets and making sure everyone is OK. I hurriedly put on my life jacket as the plane sinks deeper into the ocean.
I grab my carry-on bag and dash over to my mom. I find her drifting in and out of consciousness on the floor. “Mom! Mom, wake up!” I shake her arm, “Speak to me!”
A young looking body-builder kneels down next to me, “Here, I got her, you get to the raft!”
I nod and wipe a tear off my face. The man stands up with mom in his arms and makes his way out of the plane. I follow after him, stopping to grab my mom’s purse.
“Don’t grab the bag and get the hell out of there!” The man yells as he gets to the front of the plane. By the time I get to the door, there’s two feet of water in the plane. One man pushes past me to get into the inflatable lifeboat. He steps in and takes leaves a meager amount of room left for me.
“Come on kid!” The stewardess yells. At that moment, the plane tilts, knocking me off my feet. The water sweeps me to the back of the plane as it rushes past me. I’m tossed around and hit my back on something hard before I finally grab onto a chair. With the help of my life jacket, I climb up to the front of the plane. I stand at the edge of the door and grab a women’s hand. I plop onto the boat with a small splash and the pilot starts paddling away from the wreckage.
It’s like a scene from a horror movie. Pieces of metal and luggage struggle to float away as the vortex from the sinking plane pulls them down. Multiple of the people on the raft have their bags with them and help fish some belongings out of the water, including a case of snacks. As we float away, the plane peacefully drifts under the waves. I turn to my mom, who is being examined by the muscular man.
“Hey, pervert, don’t touch that women’s shirt,” The voice that woke me up stated. In the light, I can see them closer, and it’s a teenage boy. He looks a bit older than me, but not by much.
“I’m a nurse, back off,” The man said, “And the name’s Cameron, not pervert.”
The boy seemed taken aback, but didn’t say anything else. No one said anything until the man who pushed me away from the door spoke.
“Seeing as we’ll be here for a while, let’s introduce ourselves. I’m Captain Hoaward,” The man said.
“So you’re the bastard that sunk the plane!” A mysterious man in the corner exclaims, and tries to move towards Howard, but is held back by the lady next to him.
“It was a mechanical error, you can’t blame it on him,” the flight attendant explained, “You saw the engine explode yourself! We couldn’t have possibly kept flying.”“And who are you?” The mysterious man was sitting down with a defeated look on his face and his arms crossed.
“I’m Edna, the stewardess,” the woman said.
The boy went next, “My name’s Sammy and I’m,” he paused as to think of what to say, “...sixteen years old.”
“I’m Wilma,” the woman who restrained the man introduced herself, “And this is Pam, my twin. She doesn’t talk much.”Pam nodded as the mysterious man began to talk, “I’m Vaughn, spelt V-A-U-G-H-N.” Cameron commented on how unique that name was, but Vaughn ignored him, and Cameron returned to examining mom.
I was the only one left. I cleared my throat, “Um, I’m Tanya Baron, and I’m fourteen. So, yeah.”
“Does your family own Baron Business Company?” Vaughn asked with an evil grin that could scare the toughest man on Earth.
“Why?” I questioned and Vaughn shrugged, “Yeah, we do. That’s my mom Cathleen, the one Cameron’s checking.”
Cameron smiled and said, “She’s got a cut and large bump on her head, that’s why she was knocked out. Probably has a sprained ankle as well. It’s nothing to be too worried about.”
“That’s good,” I said. I turned to mom’s purse and unlocked her phone, “Damn, no service, probably no use calling 911.”
“Aren’t all planes tracked? Didn’t you call for help?” Vaughn asked Howard aggressively.
“In the middle of the Atlantic, a plane that size is nothing but a speck…” Howard started, but Wilma cut him off.
“Yes, but did you call someone? A control tower, perhaps? When I was in the military, we would respond to the most remote problems!”
“I did,” Edna said sternly, “While Howard tried to land the plane, I did.”
There was a moment of silence as we all checked our phones, then put them away in defeat.
“What now?” Pam asked meekly.
“...I don’t know. There isn’t really anything we can do,” Edna replied, “We just have to wait.”
“For what?” Vaughn and Sammy said simultaneously.
“Many things. Land, a ship, a helicopter, anything!” Wilma exclaimed, “Stay hopeful!”That did not help. As the matter of the situation sank in, I started to cry again. Edna crawled over to me and started patting my back as I bawled.
As the tides changed, we began to have a smoother ride. My tears slowly subsided before dush. Cameron passes around one of the four bottles of water we have. Vaughn drinks what has to be half the bottle, leaving it close to empty when it returns to Cameron.
Night falls over the ocean as Pam and Vaughn fall asleep. Cameron uses the rest of the water in the bottle for mom, then carefully puts the empty container away. Everyone starts drifting off into sleep, until only Sammy and I are left.
“Thanks for waking me up,” I thank him.
“It was nothing. The crash would have woken you up anyways.” Sammy shrugged, but turned to face me.
“I would have been injured, though, like mom,” I motioned to mom, who was lying limp on top of Cameron.
“Eh, she isn’t that knocked up.”
“Yes, but she hasn’t woken up yet.”
“Let’s hope she does.”
“Yeah,” I sighed, “I like your hair, by the way. It’s very... unique.”
“Thanks,” Sammy touched his sky-blue hair, “Well, I’m off to bed. Goodnight.”
That made me laugh internally, “You, too.”How ironic, saying “Goodnight” when we were in a situation that was anything but good.
I slowly open my eyes and stretch. The others are all awake already and facing me.
“Mornin’ Tanya,” Edna smiled at me.
“Good morning. What time is it?” I asked, sitting up.
“Probably about 12 here. 10 o’clock New York time.” Wilma checked her phone, “12:03.”
“Wow, the waves must’ve helped,” I said, “Anything new?”
“No,” Cameron replied, “Cathleen’s still unconscious, which is a bit worrying. But otherwise, no.”
“She’s still got a pulse, right?” I asked.
Cameron nodded, “Yup, but her head’s still bleeding.”
“People will have started to notice that we’re gone,” Howard said, “Like my wife, or your father.”
“Maybe, but my dad’s pretty busy. Maybe my older sister, though.” I checked my bag for food and opened a bag of Cheetos, “She’s 24 and getting married soon. That’s why we’re going to Greece.”
“Does she live there?” Vaughn asked. He had a mask on, sort of like a hospital mask, but black.
“Yeah, she visited and decided to move,” I hesitated to ask about his mask but decided to, “What’s with the black mask?”
Vaughn didn’t reply. I asked again, and so did Howard, but he still didn’t respond. Finally, when Wilma asked, he said it was on yesterday evening. I didn’t accuse him of lying, which he was obviously doing, but returned to my Cheetos instead.
The waves slowly rocked the raft in an unknown direction. When the sun was directly above us, I put my hoodie up and ate some more food from my bag.
“Ya think we’ll ever find land?” Sammy asked.
“Eh, hopefully,” Edna said, arms hanging over the side of the raft. The tips of her curly dark hair were wet with saltwater.
Cameron started examining mom again, while I discreetly peed off the side of the raft. Cameron scooped up some saltwater with his hands (after we were far enough from the water I had soiled) and splashed it on mom’s face. Cameron applied pressure to the cut using a spare shirt.
“Anyone have any ideas for a game or something?” I asked.
“Let’s play…” Wilma paused, and I looked to see what was distracting her, “LAND!”
“How do you play that?” Howard fiddled around with his fingers.
“No you idiot, land!” Everyone looked up, “Over there!”
The outline of an island could be seen in the distance. There were a ton of trees and other plants visible from afar.
“Paddle, everyone, paddle!” Edna exclaimed and everyone except Cameron started paddling with their hands.
“Ahem,” Howard scoffed at Cameron, “A little help here.”
“Oh, sure, I’ll do that while you care for Cathleen,” Cameron said sarcastically.
Howard shut up and paddled silently. The island had to be several football fields away, if not more. After twenty minutes of getting nowhere, Vaughn gave up. Pam stopped ten minutes later. The only people still rowing after a half-hour were Wilma and Edna. Cameron had joined for a few minutes, but returned to tending to mom. “Were almost there!” Wilma grunted as she struggled to keep pushing.
“No, we are not.” Vaughn mumbled, with his arms crossed, “It’s 100 yards there, minimum.”
“But the waves are helping!” Edna said, trying to cheer everyone up. It didn’t work.
“Then let the waves do the work,” Sammy responded, then proceeded to flip his hat’s brim down and fall asleep.
Wilma and Edna gave up soon after. It was only 3 o’clock by then, but Edna, Pam, and Howard all joined Sammy in dreamland. Wilma followed suit.
Someone groaned as I tried to fall asleep, so I turned to face mom, half-awake, “Mom!”
“Hey,” she groaned again, “Tanya.”A hundred questions rushed through my head. Why were you out of your seat? Do you remember anything? But the question I asked was none of these.
“Are you ok?” was all I asked.
Mom hesitated, “No, darling, I am not.”
I held back my tears and nodded Cameron introduced himself and the others, then we filled mom in on the few things she missed.
“Have you,” mom groaned as she tried to sit up, “contacted anyone?”
“Besides Edna contacting the nearest control tower, no ma’am, but we’ve tried,” Vaughn said, “Your husband is Mr. James Baron of BBCo., am I correct?”
“Why do you give a damn?” Cameron snapped and Vaughn explained he needed to know who to contact.
“Well, at least we’re alive.” Mom squeezed my hand and I smiled. Mom and Vaughn fell asleep after Mom had drunk some water. I also retired to bed after finding a nice part of the raft to rest my head.