Disclaimer and Author's Note: Sadly, I must say that all characters and objects pertaining to the movie Pirates of the Caribbean are property of Disney and not my own. Even though I would love to own Jack Sparrow, sadly I don't. All other characters and objects are of my own creation. Hope you enjoy and please, please, please comment!
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Chapter 1: The Crash
Rachel McKree sat contently in her seat, watching white puffy clouds flow over the gray wings of the plane. She had begged her fiancé, Greg, to let her join him for a month in Port Royal where he was temporarily located. His company had promoted him to be a rep for a 5 star hotel that had seemingly sprung up over night. They fought and argued, often times leaving her in tears after they'd scream and hang up on each other. But in the end she got her way. She always got her way when it was with Greg.
"Is there anything I can get you, miss?" Rachel jumped slightly, the soft silence broken by the steward's question.
"Oh! Oh no. No thank you. I'm fine." The young man nodded and walked back towards the captain's cabin, pulling the blue curtain closed behind him. With a sigh, Rachel turned her attention back to her window view.
'The ocean is so beautiful… Oh god I can't wait to swim in it! Maybe Greg will have some time off and we can go for a swim together. Lord knows it's been years since we walked the beach together.'
In fact, Rachel couldn't recall if they had even walked the beach together during their first and only vacation together two years ago. Sighing, she sat back and reclined her seat. She closed her eyes and smiled at the thought of swimming in the crystal clear ocean water and endless warm summer-like days that awaited her in the Caribbean and before long she slipped into a dreamless sleep.
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"Ms. McKree! Ms. McKree, wake up! The plane is going down! You must get your life vest on!" The co-pilot screamed over the noise in the plane, scaring Rachel from her sleep.
"What's happened? Why are we landing?!" Her head spun as she saw flames spurting out of the right engine.
"Something must have been sucked up into engine two and we've lost it completely. Engine one can't hold out much longer and we're losing altitude. Get you vest on and get ready for a crash."
The co-pilot left no room for more questions as he pushed her into her seat and secured her in her life vest, fear evident in his eyes. Outside flames shot out of engine two as engine one sputtered and suddenly stopped. Rachel's eyes widened in horror as the ocean grew steadily closer, and then all went black.
Rachel yelped as she struggled to breathe in the cramped air pocket she found in the plane. She had tried to search for the pilots and the steward, finding only that she was the sole survivor. Taking a deep breath, she submersed herself and found a broken window and swam through, the shards of glass ripping her clothes and skin as she past. Once she felt she was clear of the plane, she forced her way up to the surface, gasping for air. Scanning the ocean around her, she realized the plane was gone, sinking steadily to the ocean's floor.
Panic rose in her as she frantically searched for something, anything she could survive on. Her eyes fell onto a small spit of land and without hesitating she swam towards it for all she was worth. It seemed like eternity before she finally felt the warm sand beneath her body. With one last bit of strength, she drug herself further into the island so the tide wouldn't sweep her back to sea before collapsing again.
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