Brian Robeson a 13 yr old boy, is heading to see his father in the oil fields in Canada. His Mother reached over the back of the seat and brought up a paper bag. "I got something for you, for the trip." Brian took the bag and opened it inside was a Hatchet. He put it on his belt, she nodded "just like a scout. My little scout"
Some Deep ****
The pilot shows Brian how to fly the plane. The pilot starts feeling pain in his chest it starts to become worse, then all of a sudden he collapses, "HE'S DEAD"
When the plane ran out of fuel he should hold the nose down and head for the nearest lake and try to fly the plane kind of onto the water easy to say but hard to do he thought. So he waited and waited until that moment came.
The Long Wait
Going to die,he held the nose down. The plane went into a glide,a very fast glide this ate altitude. With only the sight of green all around then BAM a L shaped lake. The plane committed now to landing but with little control he pulled up crashing into the water. HE WAS UNDER.
He saw nothing but sensed blue,cold blue-green.With the water trying to kill him ,to end him somehow he pulled himself out of the shattered front window and clawed up into the blue,he felt something hold him back,felt his anorak tear and he was free.Tearing free,Ripping free.
He vomited while he swam,pulling without knowing he was doing. Pulling until his hands caught the weeds and his chest felt land. Finally he was out free of this situation for now.