fire island

sliding flight

The plane is sitting on its belly after all, sliding in the mask of green grass, with a speedy and nervous shake, as of and earthquake, is vibrating the ground below our feet. one engine has tilted, down towards the ground praying, not having full controlled over the unbalance flight 101. In the land hope is fired, a huge rock no brakes and no wheel, just the ripping bottom of the plane, holding my breath with the last resistance of breaching, as closer we get, the more intense an skating plane ride become more difficult. the left wing hit very hard, ripping half the wing off the plane, and shift the nose of the plane in the left direction, with a slower speed but more dangerous, wishing every second a brake from heaven, can stop the wrecked flight from moving. My heart beat started to beat faster and fearful, with the last idea of jumping out before and hanging cliff, copilot said sit still with sweat among is face, counting down to 0 miles per hour and stop is crying out in the voice of help. The radio not working no signal and we are in the middle of an island, partner final decisions are in need checked for care package, and last resort supplies medical kits are at the right hand side before entering the cockpit. we are lost in the middle of nowhere, and don't know how dangerous this island can be for the both of us, take a deep breath sir in the address a name can reply, did you called me sir are your just lucky, we both didn't died in a explosion, few bruises not going to hurt for too long partner, lets wrapped up everything we have and find a spot on top of one of these mountain for signal, jay did you find any food supplies, a voice sound frightening and Daisey said maybe we have to find our owned meal. Jay how we are going to get out of this old plane, he looked at me and said these are all the supplies I can find, we need to pack our bags carefully, and started our journey to make it on top of one of these mountain, few days we'll get there, are you ready jay with the reply of sounding like your not sure. I stand up and removed myself from the seat, looked out the cockpit door and see trashed plane, sad and lonely moment in the eyes, of crashed system that have been broken. I walked toward the cabin door and feeling the Jammed door would not open, I called jay for supportive help, on getting the door open, He braced himself in a position that could give him the strength. We provided the force of energy, and push forward on the cabin door, I turn the latch and we both almost had blown outside from the force we use to open the door, the beautiful sun light with a glance had closen our eyes, in desperate need of a glasses.