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“Please be advised… thunderstorm in the vicinity with a large cell in your region.”
“Found it,” Jack replied simply, as he struggle to maintain control.
“Do you want to declare an emergency?” the tower controller asked.
Fighting to keep the wings level and struggling to see through the torrent of rain, Jack ignored the last response.
“Zenair 8362 Lima, do you need to declare an emergency ?” the tower controller repeated once more.
“I have an extra pair of underwear in my baggage. I think I’ll be OK,” Jack shot back in serious tone.
“Understood,” the controller replied simply.
Jack looked out his windscreen in front of him and watched for the lighted runway. With visibility greatly reduced, he figured he could see no more than a quarter mile.
Suddenly, he heard: “Zenair 8362 Lima, steer heading one five for vectors to the airport.”
“Vectors? Thank God for that,” he said to himself. “They must know I’m in trouble.”
Without having to concentrate on navigation, it freed him up to focus on just flying the plane. Jack steered the heading the tower controller specified. As the winds and rain continued their violent assault, he battled back and kept his wings and altitude stable.
“Zenair 8362 Lima, runway one zero is one mile in front of you. You should be able to see it shortly,” the controller announce d.
He squinted through his windscreen. He saw nothing. Suddenly, another jarring blow struck the plane, knocking it off course. Immediately, he responded and brought the plane back around as he concentrated on the gauges in his instrument panel.
Jack saw a flash of light and looked out his windscreen. There in front of him, was the long brightly lit runway.
He lowered the nose and cut the power, while fighting to keep the wings level.
“Almost there, Bud. Keep it together,” he said to himself.
Jack descended rapidly. As he crossed the threshold to the runway, he cut the power completely and worked the ailerons to keep the plane from drifting off the tarmac and into the grass. With the winds and rain pelting the fuselage, he barely noticed the wheels as they touched the ground. He held the nose high for a moment, then lowered it and slammed on the brakes.
As the plane came to an abrupt stop, Jack let out a welcome sigh of relief. He had made it. Shaking and dripping with sweat, he just sat and breathed a moment.
“Zenair 8362 Lima, that’s not a general aviation parking lot. Please proceed to the next taxiway. The FBO will be straight ahead,” the controller joked, the added, “Welcome to Turks.”
“Understood,” Jack replied simply.
Atlantis - Chapter 4
Jack woke refreshed and feeling invigorated. The previous day's events had drained him both mentally and physically, and by the time he had tied down his plane and found a comfy couch in the pilot’s lounge, he could barely function. After a brief call to his parents, he laid his head down on a makeshift pillow and quickly fell asleep. The couch was as comfortable as any he had "rented" in many pilot's lounges and he considered avoiding the exorbitant fees for a hotel and continuing to borrow it for the remainder of his adventure. Looking down at his watch, he noted the time: six thirty. With a full twelve hours of sleep behind him, he was now ready for the real adventure to begin—the dive for treasure.
Jack stared down the long runway. This was it. Nervous excitement flowed through his body. He took a deep breath and exhaled. Pushing the throttle full forward, the floatplane roared to life. Inching forward under the strain of the extra weight, it took what seemed like an interminable amount of time just to roll fast enough to activate the airspeed indicator. As his momentum grew, so did his anxiety. Moments later, as the wheels left the runway and the plane settled into a gentle climb, Jack's fears seemed to vanish as he concentrated on flying the plane.
He flew straight out from his runway heading
“Found it,” Jack replied simply, as he struggle to maintain control.
“Do you want to declare an emergency?” the tower controller asked.
Fighting to keep the wings level and struggling to see through the torrent of rain, Jack ignored the last response.
“Zenair 8362 Lima, do you need to declare an emergency ?” the tower controller repeated once more.
“I have an extra pair of underwear in my baggage. I think I’ll be OK,” Jack shot back in serious tone.
“Understood,” the controller replied simply.
Jack looked out his windscreen in front of him and watched for the lighted runway. With visibility greatly reduced, he figured he could see no more than a quarter mile.
Suddenly, he heard: “Zenair 8362 Lima, steer heading one five for vectors to the airport.”
“Vectors? Thank God for that,” he said to himself. “They must know I’m in trouble.”
Without having to concentrate on navigation, it freed him up to focus on just flying the plane. Jack steered the heading the tower controller specified. As the winds and rain continued their violent assault, he battled back and kept his wings and altitude stable.
“Zenair 8362 Lima, runway one zero is one mile in front of you. You should be able to see it shortly,” the controller announce d.
He squinted through his windscreen. He saw nothing. Suddenly, another jarring blow struck the plane, knocking it off course. Immediately, he responded and brought the plane back around as he concentrated on the gauges in his instrument panel.
Jack saw a flash of light and looked out his windscreen. There in front of him, was the long brightly lit runway.
He lowered the nose and cut the power, while fighting to keep the wings level.
“Almost there, Bud. Keep it together,” he said to himself.
Jack descended rapidly. As he crossed the threshold to the runway, he cut the power completely and worked the ailerons to keep the plane from drifting off the tarmac and into the grass. With the winds and rain pelting the fuselage, he barely noticed the wheels as they touched the ground. He held the nose high for a moment, then lowered it and slammed on the brakes.
As the plane came to an abrupt stop, Jack let out a welcome sigh of relief. He had made it. Shaking and dripping with sweat, he just sat and breathed a moment.
“Zenair 8362 Lima, that’s not a general aviation parking lot. Please proceed to the next taxiway. The FBO will be straight ahead,” the controller joked, the added, “Welcome to Turks.”
“Understood,” Jack replied simply.
Atlantis - Chapter 4
Jack woke refreshed and feeling invigorated. The previous day's events had drained him both mentally and physically, and by the time he had tied down his plane and found a comfy couch in the pilot’s lounge, he could barely function. After a brief call to his parents, he laid his head down on a makeshift pillow and quickly fell asleep. The couch was as comfortable as any he had "rented" in many pilot's lounges and he considered avoiding the exorbitant fees for a hotel and continuing to borrow it for the remainder of his adventure. Looking down at his watch, he noted the time: six thirty. With a full twelve hours of sleep behind him, he was now ready for the real adventure to begin—the dive for treasure.
Jack stared down the long runway. This was it. Nervous excitement flowed through his body. He took a deep breath and exhaled. Pushing the throttle full forward, the floatplane roared to life. Inching forward under the strain of the extra weight, it took what seemed like an interminable amount of time just to roll fast enough to activate the airspeed indicator. As his momentum grew, so did his anxiety. Moments later, as the wheels left the runway and the plane settled into a gentle climb, Jack's fears seemed to vanish as he concentrated on flying the plane.
He flew straight out from his runway heading
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