Chapter 2 Surviving The Crash

I hesitated a moment longer, then reached out to help her unfasten her seat belt.

It must have been God's will that she didn't die from the huge impact we had just endured.

'God wants me to save her,' I thought.

Once she was free of her seat belt, I grasped the urn in one hand and kicked my feet hard to propel myself out of the drowned cabin. I thrashed the water with my free arm, struggling to float upwards.

My ears were filled with the sound of waves and roaring sea wind, and my eyes were dazzled by bright sunshine.

I gulped deep breaths of air and grasped a piece of floating debris. I placed the urn carefully on top of the debris so I wouldn't have to carry it.

Son of a gun! Where was I?

The vast sea was speckled with fragments of the plane. Obviously the plane was split into two. One half where I was in was sinking rapidly here while the other half must be somewhere else.

I saw the beautiful woman's blonde hair appear out of the water as she gasped for air. She had escaped too.

"What is going on? Where am I?" she shouted, desperate for an answer.

I turned my gaze away from her and didn't answer, because I had just noticed that there were other people nearby.

"Hey!" I shouted. "Here! Come hold on to this debris!"

The two figures stopped thrashing at the sound of my voice. I recognized one of them as the stewardess, Tracey.

"Let's stay together!" I had to shout as loud as I could to be heard over the roaring waves.

The two people swam towards me subconsciously. Maybe they were drawn to me because I was keeping calm in a crisis.

Soon, to all of our relief, the four of us were gathered around the piece of debris.

As social creatures, humans like to have someone else to rely on when they're in danger.

I decided to start by introducing myself. "My name is Marlon Becker, and I am a veteran. You should all introduce yourselves so we know who we can rely on for help in the future."

"My name is Tracey Happer and I'm a flight attendant. I have no idea what just happened. This is so horrible!" Tracey was crying and thrashing her arms so wildly that she was almost pulled under the waves.

The woman I hadn't seen before spoke up next. She was clinging to a travel bag and was quite beautiful. "My name is Anya Swain. I'm an intern. My arm feels like it is injured, and my legs are tired. Where are we?"

I had no answer to give her.

I noticed that the travel bag Anya was holding onto was mine. At least that was one bright spot in a horrific situation.

The blonde beauty moved closer to me and I could see that she looked a little embarrassed. "My name is Hazel Dixon. Well... thank you for saving me."

I surveyed the crash site but didn't see anyone else alive. "If we want to survive, we have to get out of here."

We couldn't stay in the cold water if we wanted to still be alive when the rescue team came. Otherwise we would die of hypothermia.

"Look, there's land over there! Let's swim there!" We were in luck.

It was thanks to my excellent eyesight that I could just see the distant land. My heart quickened in excitement. As long as there was land, there was hope.

The four of us swam with tired limbs. By the time we got close to the land, we were exhausted.

Our feet touched the soft sand below the waves, and we could half-swim and half-walk towards the shore.

A beautiful golden beach came into view.

There were three lovely women on the beach.

A woman about twenty years old lay unconscious on the sand. Her jeans were adorned with rivets in a punk style. Her coat was filled with bright doodles. Her face was pale, which made me worry about what kind of condition she was in.

There was another figure, who looked a little familiar, squatting on the beach. She seemed to be trying to help the unconscious woman. Her back was slim and her long hair had been tangled into a twisted mess by the sea water. Still, I could tell that she was beautiful without even seeing her face.

Standing to the side was an elegant lady with a panicked expression on her face. She seemed to be about thirty years old. Her white dress was soaked and grains of sand matted her delicate braids. There was a gem necklace hanging askew on her neck.

She saw us making our way towards the beach and began to wave and shout, "Help! Help!"