Deserted Island

You look out your window uneasily. You've never flown in such bad weather before, & you know you probably shouldn't have tried. Your name is John Doe, & you own a small flying company. You only have 2 small planes. Right now, you're flying somewhere over the Bahamas, but it's so hard to see anything, you could be closer to Cuba. You have only 1 passenger, a 25-year-old womsn. She had to be flown to Haiti to meet-up with her business associates, who were vacationing there. All you know about her is that her name is Samantha. She's petite, but very good-looking. She hasn't said anything in about 15 minutes, & has a frightened look on her face. As you look back towards her to tell her not to worry, a bolt of lightning strikes inches from your plane.

"That looked really close," she says uneasily. You look at your instrument panel, & realize that it was more than close... It hit you. You plane begins to quickly run out of power & lose altitude. You hear Samantha gasp as you both see a small beach straight ahead of you.

"I'm going to try to land on that beach. If we go into the water, make sure you unbuckle yourself quickly, & swim out," you instruct. She looks at you with wide eyes, realizing there is a possibility you both could die. You line yourself up as best you can, & brace yourself for a rough landing. The plane hits the beach hard, & you feel a wheel collapse under the pressure. Samantha screams as the plane's wing hits a palm tree, spinning it around quickly, but also causing it to lose a tremendous amount of speed. The plane comes to a dead stop, & you look back at your passenger. You both sit there for what seems like hours, & slowly fall asleep.