STRANDED by Cody Nathwani
“We’ll have it off in the morning.” John said as he was busily unloading luggage from the previous flight.
The next morning the aircraft was due to leave at exactly two post meridian, and so it did. Meanwhile Leon and Sophia were on their way to the airport to jet off to Hawaii for their honeymoon, on that plane! It was a cold, miserable, rainy day in the city of Dublin.
In the cockpit the pilots were preparing for a stormy flight and soon enough the plane was in the air with two-hundred and seven people in rows of six, two pilots and ten crew members. Kevin was the pilot in command and David was the co-pilot.
They were one hour into the journey cruising at thirty thousand feet and at a speed of seven-hundred and eighty kilometres per hour. Suddenly thunder struck as they were flying over the Atlantic Ocean. This Boeing 777-300 had two engines and one of them had failed. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Alarms were sounding all throughout the cockpit. The pilots had lost control. The plane tipped to one side then the other. Up and down, up and down. These pilots were well trained and could land on water.
“I think it’s time”, David shouted out over all the alarms. Before they knew it, the plane was resting on the water with the slides erected and everyone was unharmed. “Look there’s an island over there!”, David said gladly as he was getting ready to evacuate. He was the last one off. This was a standard rule. The island that David was talking about was about the size of a stadium. What were they going to do? They had tried everything to try and signal for help, but it never arrived.
It was day three without food or water. Many people died from starvation and thirst, but not all. Three very special people had survived, Kevin, David and Leon. At this time they realised that they wouldn’t make it so they took action! They searched up and down the island looking for materials to build a raft to escape. They searched for 13 hours, 13 hours of hardship that was. The raft was built out of wood, which they got from the trees, lifejackets which they got from people after they landed in the ocean and clothes that they were wearing for the sail. It was quite warm as they were near the equator.
As they were getting into the raft for probably a day or two of sailing, David looked back to Kevin for reassurance.
After 22 hours of hard sailing, Leon, was the eyes of them all, spotted something. “LAND”, he bellowed. All of a sudden everyone became alive again. Thirty minutes later they arrived at this rainy, dark, dull beach. Leon immediately recognised the land. He was back in Ireland!
6th class Mr.Hanrick