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In the first thirty seconds we had the flaps deployed and we were doing everything we could to find lift. If anything I needed him pulling on the stick with me.” Henry is going through the event in his mind again.
“Do you think he was looking at something? Maybe something you couldn’t see from your side of the plane?” I follow up.
“It’s possible, but I have no idea what it could have been.” Henry looks off to where Jake must have been looking.
“Well he must have taken a pretty serious blow to the head. Aside from cuts and scrapes it doesn’t seem like there are other injuries.” Dad is kind of stating the obvious.
“Did either of you see anything?” Henry asks.
Dad and I were the only other two in the cockpit. I passed out during the warp jump that landed us in the planet’s atmosphere. I’m not sure what dad saw.
“I clocked my noggin pretty good too. I was unconscious before we made the warp jump. Don’t tell Donna, but I’m still a little woozy when I stand up quickly. Not my first concussion, but I wouldn’t mind if it was my last.” Dad gives his nervous chuckle.
“When I woke up you were already taking care of Jake. I had no idea what happened.” I don’t need to go into the details of why I was out cold.
“We better pick up the pace. It feels about as warm as it did when the water really started to rise. Close but no cigar would not be a good thing.” Liam accelerates to a steady trot.
My brother can run forever. He’s like one of those wind up toys except that he never unwinds. I on the other hand keep hoping that we see the plane soon because my lungs are burning and my legs ache. Fortunately dad is pretty gassed too. Henry looks like he is in the middle of a casual morning run.
Slowing to a walk, I bend over and place my hands on my knees. I think I’ve seen athletes do this on TV. It doesn’t help, and now there is an ache in my side that feels like my kidney is exploding.
“Seamus, don’t bend over. Stand tall and put your hands over your head. It expands the lung cavity and lets you take in more air.” Dad is coaching me, something he never got to do on Earth.
I want to make an excuse that the atmosphere is thin and there is less oxygen, but they are all breathing the same air I am.
“There it is!” Liam yells back from his advanced position.
We are finally close and I start walking with my hands over my head. It doesn’t help, but I’m in no mood to be lectured. I want to ask how high the water is but I don’t. We’ve come this far. I don’t care if I have to swim to get to the plane.
I desperately need tools. I want to make sure I am able to work on the reactor if anything happens to it. The biggest problem is that whatever I get I have to carry at least as far as the life rafts.
Dad has taken the water purification equipment as his priority. Liam is working to find tents and tarps. Henry is after food and blankets. Helping any of them would likely save me from grief, but I really want the spare reactor.
At this point there is no rhyme or reason to the cargo area. The scramble to get stuff into the life rafts and resultant shifting in the water has things a mess. Liam’s rudimentary labeling system, which was marginally effective, has been washed away.
Fortunately the water has receded to the nose of the plane. I estimate that we have at least two hours to find the things we’re looking for. With the water this low I would like to try and get the reactor off the nose of the plane but I’m afraid and I don’t know how to ask.
I start climbing over boxes and bags. It feels like starting at the front of the plane and working towards the cargo ramp is the best plan. This way there won’t be a dangerous uninspected area when the water starts to rise.
“Seamus, watch where you’re stepping. This stuff wasn’t put in this plane by accident, we need all of it.” Dad is exasperated with me.
“Sorry, I just don’t want to be thinking about
“Do you think he was looking at something? Maybe something you couldn’t see from your side of the plane?” I follow up.
“It’s possible, but I have no idea what it could have been.” Henry looks off to where Jake must have been looking.
“Well he must have taken a pretty serious blow to the head. Aside from cuts and scrapes it doesn’t seem like there are other injuries.” Dad is kind of stating the obvious.
“Did either of you see anything?” Henry asks.
Dad and I were the only other two in the cockpit. I passed out during the warp jump that landed us in the planet’s atmosphere. I’m not sure what dad saw.
“I clocked my noggin pretty good too. I was unconscious before we made the warp jump. Don’t tell Donna, but I’m still a little woozy when I stand up quickly. Not my first concussion, but I wouldn’t mind if it was my last.” Dad gives his nervous chuckle.
“When I woke up you were already taking care of Jake. I had no idea what happened.” I don’t need to go into the details of why I was out cold.
“We better pick up the pace. It feels about as warm as it did when the water really started to rise. Close but no cigar would not be a good thing.” Liam accelerates to a steady trot.
My brother can run forever. He’s like one of those wind up toys except that he never unwinds. I on the other hand keep hoping that we see the plane soon because my lungs are burning and my legs ache. Fortunately dad is pretty gassed too. Henry looks like he is in the middle of a casual morning run.
Slowing to a walk, I bend over and place my hands on my knees. I think I’ve seen athletes do this on TV. It doesn’t help, and now there is an ache in my side that feels like my kidney is exploding.
“Seamus, don’t bend over. Stand tall and put your hands over your head. It expands the lung cavity and lets you take in more air.” Dad is coaching me, something he never got to do on Earth.
I want to make an excuse that the atmosphere is thin and there is less oxygen, but they are all breathing the same air I am.
“There it is!” Liam yells back from his advanced position.
We are finally close and I start walking with my hands over my head. It doesn’t help, but I’m in no mood to be lectured. I want to ask how high the water is but I don’t. We’ve come this far. I don’t care if I have to swim to get to the plane.
I desperately need tools. I want to make sure I am able to work on the reactor if anything happens to it. The biggest problem is that whatever I get I have to carry at least as far as the life rafts.
Dad has taken the water purification equipment as his priority. Liam is working to find tents and tarps. Henry is after food and blankets. Helping any of them would likely save me from grief, but I really want the spare reactor.
At this point there is no rhyme or reason to the cargo area. The scramble to get stuff into the life rafts and resultant shifting in the water has things a mess. Liam’s rudimentary labeling system, which was marginally effective, has been washed away.
Fortunately the water has receded to the nose of the plane. I estimate that we have at least two hours to find the things we’re looking for. With the water this low I would like to try and get the reactor off the nose of the plane but I’m afraid and I don’t know how to ask.
I start climbing over boxes and bags. It feels like starting at the front of the plane and working towards the cargo ramp is the best plan. This way there won’t be a dangerous uninspected area when the water starts to rise.
“Seamus, watch where you’re stepping. This stuff wasn’t put in this plane by accident, we need all of it.” Dad is exasperated with me.
“Sorry, I just don’t want to be thinking about
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