Shifting the Plane:

Day 2, July 18; Night.

Alice finished tying the last of the hook vines with Rosalie, straightening up and dragging her hand along it as she walked back to the others. Dawn heavily hung over the island, the waves booming as the wind picked up; chilling the weather. She stood in front of her love with her hands secured on the rope, hearing the deranged groan of the plane being shifted because of the waves and currents.

It was exceptionally smaller than a normal plane, which gave moving it its perks; they wouldn't have that much of a struggle. Especially with Emmett around to help out; her brother was all muscle from days in high school football.

"Everybody ready?" Carlisle said from the other side. She didn't see everybody nod, but what did it matter?

"Pull!" Emmett yelled out at them. She tugged backwards with all that she could, sucking in a breath and tightening her grip. With the scratch of metal along the sands surface, the plane moved up a few inches. However, it was still dangerously close to the ocean. Once more, Emmett gave the order.

The commotion of the others grunts and snorts mingled with the booming crashes of the waves, but the plane made no further noise.

She still couldn't believe that they were in this whole mess…they didn't have much to drink, and the water bottles were quickly parting; there was only a few things to eat, NO shower or anything (gross). Great. Just great. But at least they had each other…

Behind her, she felt Jasper fall to the ground in union with Bella-who was the number one klutz in the world. She stifled her giggle, able to keep her footing as they pulled. But she was getting tired of pulling the 2000 pound metal. The vines were burning her hands, too violently she supposed, as she pulled.

With what seemed like hours of tugging and yanking at it, it finally seemed to move at a heightening place; away from the water, close to the tree line. Yet, it separated the small camp looking site that they made, and the hut. However, the hut was only for sleeping under or something like that. Alice dropped the rope and inspected her hands, which were fresh with blood from the cuts in between her thumbs and index fingers. She furrowed her brow in thought. Damn.

Jasper grabbed hers in his own, lifting them only slightly and so her palms were visible. He frowned, his own scarred hands seeming to have small scrapes of his own. "Damn, are you okay?" he asked her. She mock rolled her eyes, smiling up at him.

"Yes, nothing bad Jazz" she told me, leaning up to kiss his cheek. He sighed and wiped his hands on his shorts, flexing them. A few feet away, she heard her twin call to Carlisle.

"Do we have a first aid kit?" he had asked, looking down at his hands and Bellas leg-which must have scrapped from the sand as she fell. Alice walked over to them, with her palms up to avoid dripping the blood onto the sand—which was disgusting of course.

"Yes, in the plane" he said. Esme went over to retrieve it, coming out only minutes later.

"Thanks, mom" Alice said daintily as Carlisle wrapped up her hands for her; the wraps around the width of her hands so that she was able to move the rest of her fingers; the same for Edward. She quietly thanked him and walked away, kicking off her sandals and leaning against the moved plane. She sighed, staring off at the ocean as the moons rays glimmered off of it.

"Being thoughtful is unlike you, Ally" Bella said as she stammered over. Alice smiled, laughing softly.

"Oh really? Hah…Just it's a lot to think about, ya know?" She said, linking her arm through her best friends and leaning her head on her shoulder as they sat down beside the plane.

"I know…it's kind of hard to believe" Bella murmured with a sigh.

"Mhmm...And no showers either. It's gross" She wailed, picking her head up. Esme walked by, smiling at the two friends.

"I think that could be arranged sooner or later." Her mother said as she passed with a chuckle. Alice snickered quietly, her bandaged hand picking up sand and letting it slip through her fingers.

"I hope so" Bella said.

"You're not the only one" Alice added in, dropping another handful of sand. "How's your leg?" she asked after a long moment of silence.

"Peachy. I scraped it against a shell…What are the odds. And your hands?" she explained with a chuckle.

"Stings a little, but it'll pass."

She nodded, looking up when Edward walked over. His shirt was torn slightly at the sleeve, his brow furrowed. Alice rolled her eyes and got up, brushing past him and silently walking over to the fire, where the remainders of the group had settled. She sat down next to Jasper, though since he was on a beach chair, she leaned against his knees, tugging her own up to her chest. Exhaustion swooped over her for a split second as they all stared at the fire in silence, resembling the night before. Deciding to break the silence, like she or her older brother usually did, she blurted out "Man, I wish we had marshmallows"

Emmett laughed "I actually think we do somewhere in the bag with all the shit…"

"Emmett, watch your language" Esme butted in with a smile, clearly teasing her eldest son. Alice ignored the side comment, focusing on her brother.

"Do we really?" she asked with a giggle.

"I dunno, you'll have to check." He said, swiping his arm around Rosalie's shoulders. She shook her head simply, letting loose a yawn that was pushing at her throat for the past 9 minutes.

"No thanks…" she mumbled afterwards, snuggling her sweatshirt—in which she had snatched from atop the cooler before she had sat down.

"So, Carlisle, about the shower…" Rosalie began.

Her father wore a thoughtful look at the fire, like always, and grinned slightly. "We'll come up with something. It's not our main concern at the moment, however." He said. She scoffed, mumbling something and grabbed a slice of the coconut that was laid down on the cooler, seating next to Emmett again. Alice, being hungry, turned and grabbed one as well. Esme must have cut them into strips, so it was easier to eat.

She took a small bite with a tiny grimace; it wasn't her favorite fruit of the many options that the greens provided. "Soon it will be though. Trust me" she said.

It was Jaspers turn to speak "We can always wash off using cleansed ocean water for now" He said, placing a hand on his knee.

"I suppose that will work" Carlisle said, taking a drink of water. She couldn't help but notice how worried her father had looked, his hair was in disarray, and his sun-kissed cheek was slightly bruised. Mentally, she shook her head and finished off the horrid fruit. "It's cold tonight, there might be a storm coming"

"Most likely" Alice said, glancing up at the horizon and fidgeting with her bracelet. And then the unusual silence had taken over once more.

I thought that I should do the plane moving alone…Hope you liked it!