Ominous clouds hung in the distance, a fore shadowing that no one in the sea plane seemed to take notice. The two men in the front seats of the plane squabbled light heartedly while the young woman sat in the back looking over various maps and books of rare birds. She brushed a lock of sandy brown hair from her face, her hazel green eyes looking over the information. A smile came across her face as she listened to her mentor and fellow college student. “I can’t believe you wouldn’t let me bring any alcohol. We’re going to be stuck on some island with no other people but the three of us. Least you could do was lent me bring some beer.” The young man whined. The older man chuckled and shook his head. “Oh stop complaining. There’ll be plenty of ‘chicks’ there, Jonny.” “Oh haha.” Jonny drawled in a dry tone. “I get it, Mr. Winston. Because the island is supposed to be a nesting ground for sea birds! That was so funny I forgot to laugh.” He scoffed as he folded his arms across his chest and glanced back at the woman. “Are we even close Victoria?” The woman smiled and sighed, rolling her eyes as she did so. Brushing her sandy brown locks from her bronze skin. “You know you wanted to come on this expedition. And yes, were about an… hour away… Huh…” she said as she looked at her compass. The needle which had been pointed north was now slowly wavering. As if the plane was zig zagging. “Huh what?” Jonny said as Mr. Winston answered for him. “Whoa… The compass is acting funny…” Soon the plane started to beep, various sensors were going off and emergency lights started flashing. From there it slowly descended into panic. Lightening streaked across the sky in front of them, the storm seemingly coming from nowhere. The winds kicked up violently and threatened to toss the plane around like a kite in the wind. “I can’t keep the plane up! Everyone get your life jackets on!” Winston shouted above the chaos. Victoria was quick to obey and reached under her seat and quickly put the life saving device on. Jonny did the same. But his actions were in vain. Suddenly the clouds cleared and to everyone’s horror they were nose down headed towards the sea. “Brace yourselves!” Winston yelled above Jonny and Victoria’s screams. The impact was violent and briefly knocked Victoria out. She awoke to the salty taste of the sea in her lungs. Panic nearly took over as she tried to free herself. A cloud of red made visibility impossible in the water surrounding her. But Victoria was at least a smart girl, she reached under her pant leg and pulled out a hunting knife. Making quick work of the seat belt. Once free she kicked furiously, her lungs aching from the lack of oxygen and her head fuzzy from pain. The life jacket did it’s job and she shot upwards to the sky and the rough seas above. She gasped for breath as she reached the surface. She called for her lost friends, only to realize that she was the sole survivor. She clung to a floating piece of the wing as she watched the rest one the plane be taken by the depths of the sea. But just as suddenly as the storm came, it was gone. Only but dark clouds over head, revealing the island in the distance. Gasping for breath and wiping blood from her forehead Victoria swam with the last bit of energy she had towards land. Once she got close enough the walk she used her last ounce of energy to drag herself on land collapsing on her knees and dissolving into tears. She looked back and watched as various bits of debris started to come closer to shore. As her tears stopped she looked around at the vast forest before her. “Well…” She spoke aloud to herself. “Mama always said crying wont help a situation… Jonny… Winston…” She shed one last tear for them before she collected herself and walked closer to the forest. A soft rain began to fall, washing her body clean of the salt. But also making her cold and even more worn down. She moved further into the forest to a dry patch under some trees. She worked quickly albeit wearily to make a cover and a camp fire. The latter part wasn’t coming easily. Since she had nothing to spark a fire. Only the knowledge of rubbing wood together to create a spark. Which for the time prove fruitless. Tossing the sticks down she leaned against the tree trunk, exhaustion taking over and she drifted into sleep.