Sam+Kuyek+Ch.1+story

My plane departed from Vancouver at 7am, now well into the flight, we reached our cruising altitude. I settled in for the long flight to my new home, and workplace, Sydney Australia. I place my headphones upon my head, and my iPod on my lap, laid back and closed my eyes. I dosed off for what seemed like four to five hours, and then I was rudely awakened by turbulence. I thought very little of it, glanced out the window only to see dark clouds, and a thick layer of fog around the plane as if it was a sheet. I placed my headphones back on my head and again drifted off into a deep sleep. I slept for another six hours, but soon after that I was abruptly awakened by turbulence, once again. This time it seemed more intense. The plane began to shake and bounce and passengers around began to look very nervous. Something seemed wrong. I again glanced out the window, but now I could see lighting striking down in thick bright beams. Dark clouds were all around, and before I could do anything, everything changed. “Fire” Bellowed the women next to me “there’s a fire on the engine!” Being as horrified as I was, I darted my eyes outside the cabin window. Sure enough, she was right. Flames engulfed the engine, as if it was a log on a bon fire. All hell broke loose, passengers yelled and screamed in rapid successions. Many didn’t seem to want to believe their own eyes. The captain soon came onto the intercom, with a terribly distraught voice he explained our desperate situation “The right engine has been struck with lightning, and we have lost all power upon- Before he could finish, the plane began to plummet towards the ocean. Chaos erupted, and my breath was taken away. I knew what was happening. We were going down. I tightened my seatbelt with such force; it was as if I was being constricted by a snake. A I looked out the window, all I could see was flames and lightning flashes around the night sky. We plummeted so fast, my heart seemed to be in my throat. Cry’s, moans, prayers and screams were all I could hear. The remaining engine rumbled a deep roar. We seemed to have lost complete control of the aircraft. Our speed increased as we descended through the clouds. Flames continued to grow, and engulf more and more of the right engine and wing. The force of our descending speed glued me to my seat. My face pushed back, paralyzed with fear. I couldn’t stop thinking about everything I had left behind in Vancouver for this job in Sydney. I truly believed this was it. I was going to die, somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. Leaving my parents and siblings behind, my life was rapidly flashing before my eyes. I felt so vulnerable, and couldn’t what we all knew was going to happen. I couldn’t save these people. Now descending towards the ocean at critical speeds, I could feel the right wing of the plane, along with the flame engulfed engine, beginning to be ripped off the plane with great force. Before I could believe my eyes, the wing and engine had been torn from the plane and began to flutter towards the ocean in an angelic manor. Without the right wing, the aircraft began to spiral as we continued to plummet. Screams filled with such fear were now undeniable. I gripped my armrest with such force, it felt as if I was about to break my fingers. The floor of the aircraft rumbled steadily, a hole began to tear in the aircraft right above the wing. Soon enough, a gaping hole was in the side of the aircraft. Wind rushed into the cabin, the rushing air roared throughout the plane. Passengers among me began to be sucked out of the plane, as if it was a vaccume. I once again looked out the window to see we had penetrated the clouds, I determined we would be hitting the water in the next minute or so. Through the window I noticed an Island in the distance, with one distinct hill, a great reef, and dense jungles. Our downward spiral continued and I braced myself for impact by placing my hands around my neck and tucking down. We slammed into the water with immense force. Water rushed into the cabin like a tsunami. Soon it lingered at my head, and submerged me within seconds of that. I fumbled with my seatbelt, trying to release myself from its tight grasp. Finally it budged; I floated up towards the top of the cabin. Only to see that the large hole in the aircraft was now covered in debris and bodies, therefore blocking me from my escape. In panic, and now running out of breath, I began to claw at the nearest window. Desperately needing oxygen, I nailed my elbow against the window hoping it would smash. I needed to try something different. Through the water, on the cabin floor I noticed a small Swiss army knife. I grabbed it, and extended the blunt screwdriver feature and used all my strength to smash the window. It shattered immediately and I slipped through the small hole and swam upwards towards the surface with all my strength. My head breached the surface and I inhaled an enormous breath. Bodies floated around me in dense groups. I began to tread water, and noticed the island in the distance. I swam over to a piece of debris innocently floating on the surface. Before I could think, I passed out due to exhaustion
 * __Chapter 1: //Crash// __**Sam Kuyek