LOST

chapter three

"What?!!,that's it?!!"This is literally and figuratively a dead end," Sam, the team member who is literally and figuratively scared of anything and everything that isn't the oxygen he breathes. He pulled out his stress bag and blew into it to calm down. Everything is a total wreck now that everyone knows that we are on a wild goose chase.

"Let's look on the bright side, we get to enjoy the sights in florida for a while, then we go home after," Denise, the ever optimistic one said.

There was a sudden commotion in the plane, and all of us were jerked back into our seats by the seat belt.

"ATTENTION!, ATTENTION!, ALL PASENGERS ABOARD SEAT TIGHT .WE APOLOGISE FOR THE INCONVENIENCE. "

The intercom sounded in the aeroplane .

"What is going on???!" Lance asked.

"I'll go talk to the pilots,"

I unstrapped myself and crossed the aisle to reach the control room. I thought the team was a total mess. This place could well pass as chaos. All the pilots were panicking, calling lines,pressing buttons, and pushing levers. I was gonna ask what in God's name was going on until I saw the huge dark clouds in front of us. I could see the streaks of lightning in the darkness.

FUCK!f**k!f**k!

"Go back, kid, tell the others to strap in tight, we'll have to change course to the Pacific cordinates,"the captain said.

A look of terror befell the entire crew of pilots.

"What's so scary about the Pacific coordinates?" I asked.

"Oh you..." A pilot was going to say something, but the captain shut him up with a hard look.

"Just go back and be safe first kid ,then you can ask questions later," the captain said with a voice that expressed finality.

I went back to meet my teams' eager faces.

"There's a storm coming our way, so they have to divert to the Pacific coordinates."

I explained.

" That far?" Sam said a bit more to himself than us.

"What?" Rick asked.

"Well the thing is,every plane has its specified lane and cordinates in the sky, more like routes on roads and if a storm is on our lane,that means we have to find a new route. Usually, calls are placed to pilots of nearby routes to determine which route is available at the moment. But the plane never has to change it routes so drastically. Plus, the Pacific coordinate is where the devil's triangle is, " Sam said in one breadth while panicking in the next. Everyone suddenly shared his look of terror, but I still didn't get it. So I asked what the devil's triangle was, and of course, I got stupefied looks like I just fell from heaven. Could somebody just say something!.

"The devil's triangle is a region between the Pacific ocean, Puerto Rico and florida where ships and aircrafts have been reported to disappear mysteriously " Denise took it upon herself to explain the tale to me. Now that she mentioned it, I think I have heard of it before..

I sat back in my seat, strapped myself in, and sent a silent prayer to heaven to let me live through this..............