Author's note: Sorry I'm not updating the next chapter, but I really wanted to redo this one. Chapter 19 will be up soon.
Disclaimer: Don't own Thunderbirds or Nintendo and I made up the one in this chapter.
High over the Pacific, a jet flew north east, en route to Florida. In the cockpit, a dark haired man was piloting, while a younger, blond man stared out of the window at the archipelago of tiny islands. He had nothing better to do.
Alan was incredibly bored. In the hour since they had set off, he had tried to read his racing magazines but he had felt sick. He had then tried to play on his Nintendo 3XL4, the most advanced gaming console, but it had gotten boring, so he stared out of the windows instead. It was alright for Scott; he was steering and so had something to do.
Alan could only see the dazzling turquoise sea, reflecting off the Sun, and there were no islands in sight. But out of the corner of his eye, he saw some. They were out on the horizon, but at least now he had something to look at. He saw the jagged edges of the cliffs and the trees running along them. He wished he could be there. Later, he wished he hadn't.
"Darn it!" Alan looked over at his brother, startled.
"What is it, Scott?"
"The controls are jammed! I can't move her at all." Alan tried to read his brother's face. Scott rarely got panicky, and Alan knew he was trying to hold the situation together at the moment.
"So, what do we do?" he asked.
"Well, as I can't get her to pull up, we're gonna have to make an emergency landing. Send out an emergency call while I try and get her nose up." Alan nodded, and got to work with the radio.
"This is Tracy One. Mayday! Mayday!" There was no way anyone could have recieved the call, though, as the radio wasn't working, but Alan didn't know this.
Scott pulled frantically on all of the controls as he tried to get the jet to pull up while it went lower and lower. A few seconds later, it plunged into the ocean and he knew no more.
Alan awoke to hear water seeping into the cabin. He put his hand up to his throbbing head and winced when he found it was bleeding. He lifted his head and looked over to his brother. Scott was slumped over the controls and, on further inspection, he found a nasty gash on his forehead.
"Scott, Scott!" Scott found himself being shoved forwards and backwards.
"Hey, stop it," he mumbled, and on opening his eyes, found Alan standing in front of him with a nasty cut on his head.
"What happened?" he asked, forgetting the whole crash.
"Don't you remember? We crashed." Memories suddenly flooded back.
"Are you okay?" Alan asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. That cut on your head looks nasty, though, and we have to get out of here." He looked over at the door, and found it had been blocked by various obstacles that had fallen when the plane crashed.
"Okay, first things first. We need to get out, and as we don't know where we're gonna end up, we need to take the first aid kit and survival kit too."
"Good idea," Alan agreed, and went over to grab the first aid kit, while his brother took the latter. He attached it onto his belt and asked Scott, "How'we gonna get out of here, then?"
"Hmmm. I think we should try and shift the things in the way and then try and use them to open the door, if that's jammed as well."
"Ok." They climbed out of their current postitions, over and under objects in their way, and reached the door. First of all, they had to move a fire extinguisher, which had come loose in the impact of the crash. This was fairly easy, but next they had to move a heavy rack that had fallen. Once they had done that, the water was up to their chests and rising fast. They had to get out!
"Scott..."
"Yes, Alan."
"When we open the door, won't water start flooding in really fast and push us over?"
"Ah," Scott said, and wondered what to do next. "I have it," he said at last. "We'll wait until we're completely underwater and then open it, and in the meantime we can treat our injuries." Alan nodded. He knew better than to have open wounds in tropical conditions.
He took the first aid kit from his belt and treated Scott's head wound. Afterwards, Scott did the same for him, though it was a little tricky with the rising water. Sure enough, by the time that was done, the cabin was nearly full of water. Scott gave one last warning to his brother before the water covered his mouth.
"When you swim up to the surface, don't go too fast. We don't want anyone getting the bends miles from the nearest hospital."
"I know, Scott." And with that, they filled their lungs with air and dived down into the cold water. Scott tried to open the door but, as they had suspected, it was jammed so he picked up the fire extinguisher and he and Alan rammed the door down. Alan made his way through the door first, Alan following closely behind. They both swam up to the surface at a steady pace, as not to get decompression sickness or drown. At last they surfaced, and started treading water.
"We need to find land," Scott called over to Alan.
"I saw a few islands when we were in the jet. They've got to be here somewhere," Alan called back. Scott nodded, and they both started looking for land on the horizon. Finally, Alan started waving his arm in the air frantically to Scott.
"You found one?"
"Yes, there's one on the horizon," he said, gesturing to his right. Yes! Scott thought. At last!
They swam for what seemed like hours over to the dark shape on the horizon, but still they weren't getting any closer.
"The tide must be pushing us away," Scott stated, as he tried to get his arms and legs to keep moving.
"Yeah, we'll have to swim harder," Alan said, and Scott inwardly groaned. He couldn't carry on much longer!
"Al, I can't keep this up for much longer," he told his brother weakly. "I'm so hungry, and tired."
"Just try, Scott. Look, once we get there we're gonna have lots of nice food, and then Johnny, Virg and Gordy are gonna come and rescue us. You just see," Alan said, trying to make Scott feel better. Scott even half-smiled at this.
"Okay, I'll try." They swam on for what was hours, and they seemed to be getting a little closer, as they were swimming harder. But now Alan was getting tired, and he had no one to reassure him they'd get there and they would be fine.
For once, both Scott and Alan wished they were Gordon and could swim strongly for ages. They were both truly exhausted and with no chance of a rest.
Scott carried on moving his arms and legs, even though he were hurting like mad. Boy, would he kill to be able to rest at that moment. Slowly, exhaustion took its toll and he fell unconscious. Alan saw his brother pass out and swam over to him. This was bad! Now he had to, not only pull himself along, but Scott too! His brother was relying on him, though, he couldn't give up now, couldn't give up now, couldn't give up now...
Voila! By the way, I think Tracy One is completely wrong in this, but I've never actually seen that one, only JT1. This just basically follows onto the next chapter, though I have to tweak a few things now I have done this. The origional first chapter was rubbish and out of character so I redid it. By the way, if you think the end's a bit weird, it's what was going through Alan's brain in past tense and 3rd person. I will post the next chapter soon, by the way. Please review!