Plane Over Sea
It was roughly an hour before sunrise when the small plane flew into the flagrant, stormy weather over the southern Atlantic. The pilot, now in his 60’s, flew private planes, but prior to that, as just a fledgling, he was a pilot in the air force. His name was Nathan Smith, and he was nurtured by a pilot father who taught him all he knew. His passengers were wealthy twins returning to Florida. Before the plane had left it was checked, foremost, for any flaws in the engine and none were found. Yet somehow, the controls went amiss, now half an hour before sunrise. The twins still had full confidence in Nathan, as he had already proven proficient by avoiding the salvos of sudden lightning from the unexpected storm. The wrath of the ocean a bit ahead of them was so violent that it was like it was brawling with the sky; a quite notable sight to see. They were heading toward the worst part of the storm. Suddenly, violent turbulence overtook the plane. That’s when all their momentum was gone nearly instantaneously. Lightning struck the cabin. The lights went out. The twins could only see by the bright lightning out their window dotted with rain. The left wing was gone, then the engine. Flustered about what came next, one grabbed two parachutes and said, “We have to jump!” The other, always a pessimist, commented, “No thank you, brother, I very much detest to that. But don’t worry I’ll be vigilant in the search for your body.” “You know, I presume it’s good that we were twins, because if we were one person that’d be a paradox, you pessimist,” said the optimistic twin. “I swear we will get home!”
“Id swear that too, but that would be perjury,” commented the other, “and were not getting home unless we’re domestic of Atlantica.”
The optimist grabbed his twin, forced a parachute to his back, and dragged him out the door. The chutes opened and the plane spiraled into a nosedive. They weren’t too far up, so when the plane splashed down they had fallen enough to get caught up and dragged down by the water shot up in the air. A raft from the plane was on the water; Nathan must have inflated it before the strike. He was still a hero. He still saved the day. He did his job and delivered them safely, even though it wasn’t in person.