On my plane ride to my family vacation I hear a noise coming from the plane that sounds like metal scratching against metal coming from the front of the plane. Worriedly looking to the pilots seat I realized that he had jump out of the plane with the OLNY parachute. Keeping as calm as I could looking for somewhere safe to jump as I felt the plane start to fall downwards. Eventually I spotted a lake that I hoped wasn't to far from the plane. As I jumped from the plane into the lake, I rolled onto my side thinking that I wasn't going to make it into the lake, sadly I was right and I rolled onto the hard dirt just before the water. I was hoping most of the plane had survived, but my thoughts were futile dream. My hopes were crushed by the loud 'BOOM' noise from what I had to guess was where the plane was. As I was walking I realized I had nothing but a spool of string, a pencil, notepad, water bottle, and a pack of gum that were in my pockets.