Stuck

I woke up in a daze, the last thing I remember was flying over the Femington Archipelago and then bang. I moved my hand up to my forehead but it was pinned down with a huge piece of metal from the small charter plane my company hired for us to fly over to New Caledonia.

I began to panic, being pinned down by the giant weight was hugely uncomfortable and I was never particularly comfortable with tight confined spaces. Not to mention the rumours of savages on these Islands did not make me feel comfortable to be stuck.

"Hello!!! Is anyone there? Please, Help!!!" I screamed, getting louder and louder. I heard a noise from somewhere behind me but I was pinned so I couldn't turn to see who it was. "Who's there?!"