Okay, okay…it wasn't that great of a cliffie, but a cliffie nonetheless. I guess I kinda forgot about the summary….so basically that cliffie was a "no-duh." Fortunately, I found yet another way to confuse my readers…Aside from that, I have a lot of free time lately (I'm sorta home schooled…it's more of an independent study program) so I've been updating more often than you guys are probably used to. Seriously, this is like, my fifth update in two days(if you count my other stories) Anyways, enjoy:)

Danny watched as the dark girl got up from her seat and kicked her friend's carry-on bags aside. She was headed up the row; straight towards him.

He sat silently as he watched her go by…she didn't even notice he was there.

Danny sighed with relief as she passed by his seat. He didn't have the space to run away from her again…or the courage to, for that matter.

The turbulence had subsided for now, and he sat back and relaxed. Tucker's snores were getting quieter, and the plane's engine seemed to be fading away as Danny drifted into semi-consciousness.

He was exhausted, after all; this summer had been nothing but living hell for him. Cleaning, scrubbing, and feeding old people were definitely not ideas of fun in Danny's book.

He checked the map he had on the screen in front of him. He loved international flights solely because of the computerized flight maps.

The screen told him that it would be four hours until they reached their destination. He thought about watching a movie to keep himself awake, but he decided against it.

He was not only tired, but extremely hungry. He hadn't eaten since the bagel he ate for breakfast that morning; there had been no time for lunch and there was no way he could have possibly eaten the dinner without throwing up afterwards.

Even those tiny bags of airplane peanuts would have been great, but he hadn't seen a flight attendant in the last hour.

Tucker, on the other hand, had managed to eat and keep down the awful dinner. Danny couldn't even bear to watch his friend stomach the food.

His attention was diverted back to Valerie. He missed her already. He wished that she could have come home with them, but she was busy working off her final paycheck.

She always loved the rain. She loved Bermuda and she even enjoyed some of her job. Danny felt himself wishing that she didn't have a boyfriend back home. There may have been a chance…but, then again, Tucker liked her, too. Danny wanted his friend to be happy, and if Valerie didn't have a boyfriend, Danny would have given Tucker a chance at love…

Danny watched as the mysterious girl made her way back to her seat. Her friend had rested her arm unknowingly in her sleep: on the girl's seat.

With her usual uncaring attitude, the girl shoved the other girl onto her own seat again.

Danny guessed that these two girls weren't exactly "friends."

With nothing else to do, Danny decided to let his eyes wander back into sleep.

The turbulence had flared up again, but Danny really couldn't stay awake much longer…

All was silent. Nothing was moving or making a noise, and it had seemed as though time itself had stopped.

Danny's eyes opened instantly as he felt the plane…plummeting? Something wasn't right. Planes don't suddenly plummet…unless they're about to…

Crash!

The plane hit the ocean and Danny's instincts instantly took over. The water was frigid cold, and it was quickly filling the plane. Several people were jolted awake just in time to see the crash, but the impact knocked most of the unconscious…

Without even thinking, Danny grabbed Tucker's hand and ripped him out of his seatbelt. He ripped a few other people out of their seatbelts in hopes that they could make it out by themselves. The plane was nearly submerged by now…Danny couldn't hold his breath much longer…he needed to go…

He was going to leave the plane and perhaps come back for more people after Tucker was safe…until he saw her. The mysterious girl was unconscious- as were all of the passengers by now- from the abrupt impact of the crash.

If Danny didn't save her, she'd die. They'd all die, but Danny didn't want her to die... Danny quickly made his way to her and her friend- the plane was completely submerged by now- and he grabbed the two girls.

He pulled the four of them above the water, only to be hit with pelting rain. Danny had to think fast. There was nothing left for the three unconscious teens to float on, so Danny couldn't leave them. But, if he didn't leave them…the rest of the passengers would drown…

There was nothing nearby. No islands, shores, boats…nothing. Danny struggled under the weight of three extra people…

He plunged his head under the water. The plane had sank quickly and quietly; it was already twenty feet or more under the surface. No signs of life glimmered from the fallen jet. Danny made his decision.

With a heavy heart, he began his search for land so he could help at least three other people survive…

Within ten minutes, Danny located a dark and quiet island. It welcomed the weary boy and he made his way to the beach.

He was exhausted and angry with himself for deserting the rest of the passengers. No, he wasn't just angry; he was furious with himself: he had chosen his life over those in the plane who had more than likely drowned by now.

The only comfort he could find was the steady breathing of the three unconscious people beside him. At least he had managed to save them…

After quite some time, Danny felt something else: cold. He was dripping wet, and the rain was pelting him every second. If he wanted these people- and himself- to survive, he had to find a dry place to rest.

He picked up his colleagues and struggled to stand up. It had been hours since he had slept or eaten, but he continued his weary journey. He reached a palm grove and saw that it was mostly dry. The rain had stopped beating on him, so he dropped into the sand.

He assumed it was around midnight, but he didn't care. He couldn't sleep now, he needed to get his friend and the two girls awake; or at least semi-conscious.

There was nothing around him that would be of help to him; just weathered palm leaves and sand.

He couldn't wait much longer, though, or the four of them would go into shock. Even though they were in the Caribbean, the frigid water and freezing cold storm winds could do a lot of damage.

Danny had an idea. He piled several palm leaves in the middle of the group and within minutes he started a small fire.

Once the fire was glowing brightly, he went around the group.

He started with Tucker; after all, he was Danny's best friend. Danny shook him a little bit, but the boy wouldn't budge.

"Tucker, wake up." Danny whispered.

After several minutes of coercing, the African American's eyes opened weakly.

"Danny? Dude what happened?" He made no attempt to get up, and his voice was weak.

"Nothing, I was just making sure you're okay."

Relieved, Tucker fell back into his semi-conscious state.

Danny then walked over to the Latina. She had a peaceful look on her face, but her breathing was shallow.

He wasn't sure how to wake her up. He tried shaking her with her shoulders, but she remained asleep.

At least she's breathing, Danny thought.

The Latina would be okay, so Danny walked over to the last person to survive the crash: the girl with the amethyst eyes.

Her eyelids were covering her beautiful eyes, and her mouth was formed in a straight line; neither frown nor smile.

He gently touched her shoulder and rubbed it lightly. After a minute, the girl's eyes opened slowly. She stared at Danny for a minute, then spoke.

"So you're the boy from the palm groves," she said quietly, not even asking about what had just happened. She, like Tucker, had a weak tone to her voice.

Danny nodded.

"I thought I saw those blue eyes before…" She tried to sit up, but Danny put his gentle hand on her shoulder. He knew she was too weak to sit up; she laid back down without protest.

"What happened?" She asked softly.

"Nothing happened. You're okay…just get some rest."

A small, grateful, smile crept up to her lips and she fell back asleep.

Danny- now assured that all three were safe from harm- wandered over to shore, where the waves were crashing in the light rain.

His stomach was screaming for food, but he managed to ignore it. He felt weary; it had been at least an hour since the crash, and his body had been running on adrenaline ever since the engine failed- or whatever caused the plane to go down.

He was still mad at himself for not going back to rescue the rest of the passengers.

He knew, deep down, that if he had left the Tucker and the girls above the water alone, they would have drowned. And the only way to save the others would be if he left those three alone. He couldn't win. At least he had managed to save three people; plus himself.

The only problem now was trying to get off the island alive.

Awww….sad chapter :( I don't like making Danny sad…anyways, I decided to be nice and not leave you all a nasty cliffie this time. I'm now posting my awesome catch-phrase at the end of the chapter to all of my stories: "More reviews equal faster updates. Fewer reviews equal slower updates." Oh, and by the way, I've written up to chapter 7 in this story, so I have updates ready, it just depends on the reviewers! Thanks for readin'!