A.N.: Hey, guys! So, JAS and I are co-writing this fic together! We've been preparing for a while, so we hope you enjoy!
Why is it so cold, Jessica wondered as she pulled her sweater closer for warmth, You'd think a plane would be a bit warmer than this. She glanced around the private jet. Lisa was resting against Hector's shoulder, both of them asleep. Jessica couldn't help but smile. It was so typical of those two. Rather abruptly, a hand came and tapped her shoulder. Looking around wildly, she discovered that it was Danny.
"What's up, Danny?" she asked, masking her annoyance with a smile.
"Granny Rebus says hi," he informed her, "And I was wondering if you knew what song Keith is singing."
"I know as much as you do," she said.
"Well, yeah, but you know him better than anyone else hear," Danny added, "Do you think he'll be doing Ed Sheeran?"
The image of Keith, at a worldwide talent show, sitting alone on the stage playing "Thinking Out Loud" was too preposterous for Jessica to handle. She began to laugh so hysterically that Keith, who had been asleep, joined the conversation.
"I think it could totally happen!" Danny said.
"What could happen?" Keith inquired, confused. Jessica was still laughing and could not even respond.
"Jess, can you breathe for a second?" he begged his best friend. She sobered up for a moment to explain the scenario when a voice came on intercom.
"We are beginning our descent, please make sure your seat belt is fastened and secure."
"Oh my god!" Keith shouted, "We're gonna land in the ocean!"
"Everybody wake up!" Danny shouted.
"HEY, YOU GUYS!" Jessica and Keith hollered, waking up their friends.
"Well, what am I supposed to do?" Danny asked.
"Oh, I have an idea!" Marcus shouted. He then kicked Francine Carruthers in the shin. She fumbled with her mask for a moment before staring at everyone, completely bewildered.
"WE'RE GONNA CRASH IN THE OCEAN AND DIE!" Marcus screamed in his typical obnoxious way.
"No one is dying!" Hector said, "Not yet."
All the shouting finally woke Manny, Annie, and Gilda.
"We'll just use our seats as floatation devices," Keith said calmly, "They're designed to do that."
"Wait, why isn't the pilot giving us instructions?" Gilda inquired logically.
"I think I'm gonna be sick," Manny moaned.
"I had an entire baton twirling act ready to go!" Annie complained.
"Do you think tubas sink?" Francine wondered aloud.
"Maybe we'll land near a barnacle mine! My uncle is a barnacle miner."
"Shut up, Marty Farms!"
'MY NAME IS MARCUS BARNES!"
"Everyone shut up!" Lisa screamed.
Everyone stared at her in stunned silence.
"Look, we need to do everything we can to not die. That includes not being overly dramatic and whining."
"I love to whine," Francine muttered darkly.
"Everyone can swim, right?" Gilda asked, "I expect we may need to swim at some point during this." Nods and comments assured her that no one would sink like a rock.
Solemnly, they watched out of their windows as the sea came closer and closer to them. Hector and Lisa grasped each others' hand as if it was a lifeline. Annie had somehow ended up in Danny's lap, where he stroked her hair tenderly. Francine was whispering instructions to Gilda on what to do if a Prankster didn't make it. Manny was sealing his Little Mean Robot into a waterproof container so that he would be alright. Jessica was praying every singe prayer that she knew among several religions. On her right, Marcus was tapping his foot nervously, watching everyone around him. On her left, Keith was watching the water coming closer and closer with wide eyes. When they hit the water, Keith smashed his window. The seats did as they were supposed to and unhinged themselves . Gilda opened the door, allowing them all to be swept up to the surface, leaving the plane to sink. Exhaustion quickly overcame them all, forcing them to lose consciousness.
Marcus blearily opened his eyes. This wasn't his seat. It was softer. He turned his head to the side to see sand. He grinned.
"We made it," he whispered. He got up, walking past the others to a palm tree. It was just like all the other palm trees except that there was a piece of paper attached to it.
Ten washed up from the sea one day,
One flew off leaving nine to stay.
Nine realized this life was great,
One hit the rocks and then there were eight.
Eight realized how to get their fix,
Til two hung around and then there were six.
Six were proud they were still alive,
One saw a bird and then there were five.
Five realized they didn't want anymore,
One was buried and then there were four.
Four tried to seem as happy as could be,
One heard the sea and then there were three.
Three pretended they had a clue,
Persephone ensured there were only two.
Two seemed to be having fun,
The boy got lost and then there was one.
One girl sat watching the tide,
She fell asleep and then they all died.