Nick's mind faded back to the plane... Nick was getting a drink when he noticed how attractive the flight attendant was but he shook the fantasies from his head and took a sip. Nick was a man barely older then 21 he was returning from a trip overseas to south america to study local life and how humans effect ecosystems. "Ah that was a good trip, learned a lot hope it helps with my degree." As he took another sip from his drink the plane shook a little and the intercom flickered to life "We are experiencing some turbulence please buckle your belts and it should be over shortly." The pilot's voice was that of a veteran someone who has done flights many times and is as routine as getting a morning coffee. Nick quickly followed the instructions and clasped his 2 buckles together, looking around satisfied as some still hadnt buckled up completely yet. The plane shook once more, this time more violently. People around him started to panic and to be frank he was panicking a bit too. "I-It's just a rough patch right? I mean its not like anything is going to happen, that guy seemed like a pro." Nick's thoughts couldnt be further from the truth. It all happened at once, from the front of the plane a sickening CRACK followed by what Nick thought sounded like wet mud being stepped in rang out. The plane began to drop, the flight attendants and those stupid enough not to buckle up slammed upward. Even Nick who was buckled in struggled to stay in his seat as the belt cut in to his waist. "Oh god this can't be happening, no this...cant be real!" A mask suddenly dropped in front of Nick cutting his inner monolog short. Seeing on shows all the time he knew to the mask on. As that was the most he could do Nick looked around...it was pure chaos, children crying, people screaming, those that where trapped against he ceiling were oddly silent almost as if they had accepted their fate. Then it all went black. The next thing Nick realized was that he needed air but as much as he inhaled nothing came in, but it wasnt really that nothing could come in more that too much was coming out. Nick coughed up spurts of sea water his lungs burned like fire and he took many deep rapid breathes until he finally calmed down. Nick's whole body ached his lungs felt like sand paper with every breath and his head felt like it was split with an axe. After resting on the beach for what felt like hours he finally mustered the strength to sit up and take in his surroundings. Nick was on a beach, plane scraps littering the pure white sand and a thick jungle a walk to the north, the beach continued to both the left and right for what seems like forever. A mountain rose above the clouds miles away. "An Island? Well I guess its lucky I landed here instead of drowning while out cold." As Nick stood up he noticed his clothes where torn in a few places and he had gashes scattered about but nothing too serious. However he did note that he was completely soaked and while it was rather warm right now he feared what might happen if it was cold. "I-I got to see if anyone else washed up here." Nick began walking to the right following the beach checking for anyone else.