Plane Crash Experience

Stuck at sea, plane crash, on my way to Australia.

It's been 3 days with no food or water, just me, the pilot, and another business man.

Strong storm, pushed out of the way, boat passes us in the middle of the night but too dark and little to see us.

The next day the pilot tries to drown himself but he couldn't do it.

In the end, we wash up on a sand dune because our float got attacked by a school of sharks right near it. Our only way to survive was to swim about 3 miles to the nearest island where we could see trees and it looked fairly large (civilization). No one would volunteer they just stared at it. They complain how they cant risk getting eaten by a shark. There are a few plants we can eat, or burn a fire. But I knew that we would die on this sand dune, we only had a few hours of life left in us I could feel it. Delirious and drained, I still knew someone had to swim to that island risking their lives miserably. They wouldn't do it and refused to let me go being I was a teenage girl and they were grown men. Why I went was because I heard their stories about their families and how they couldn't risk their lives so much being eaten or drowning. I felt deep remorse because I grew up without parents, just one sister and I felt obligated to save them and their families from a misery. I didn't start swimming for myself I swam for them, and they didn't offer to follow.

I couldn't believe the day was here, the day I've been planning, and waiting for since I discovered the option. I began to move up in the line with a smile rooted on my face. I never gave much thought to the risks and the cost of living in Australia, once I learned I could transfer there for my job, I decided I'm going no matter what it takes. Living there seemed like home to me, and I was waiting to go home. I've visited it once and I knew I most likely would come back permentatly. It is my home away from home, the real place I know I belong.

"Hello Miss Bohan," the flight attendant's salutation interrupted my thoughts as I mindlessly handed her my passport "you have a fantastic stay in Australia now, enjoy it while you can!"

"Yeah, I'm sure I will; don't really plan on returning so it'll be my new home."

As I began to hear the safety instructions over the loudspeaker a tall, dark, handsome man came to my isle and hurriedly shoved his briefcase in the compartment above my head. He then fixed his suit jacket and sat down without even looking at me. Fabulous, I thought, I am stuck next to a rude and boring person for a fifteen hour flight on one of the best days of my life. I couldn't wait to get out of New York. I couldn't wait to