James had paid a pilot to take them to England in a small plane that seated three people, so that he could get there faster than a commercial airline would take him there. James had paid for the ride, so that Oliver wouldn't be so stressed.
The two started getting in, and putting their seat belts on when the pilot said, "Uh, I don't think so," with a heavy New York accent.
"Excuse me?" James said.
"We have to hurry, my wife is having our babies!" Oliver yelled.
"Well, you can go, but he can't," the man said pointing to James.
"What? Why? Do you have some sort of prejudice thing against people with `J' names?" James asked, getting angry.
"No, but my copilot sits there. You're gonna have to find another plane buddy."
James looked at Oliver, then got out.
"I'll get another plane to take me over, I'll be right behind you!" James yelled, as the pilot started the plane.
James walked away, and quickly found another pilot who was willing to take him back to England. This one was nicer, too.
James saw Oliver's plane take off right as he was putting on his seat belt.
His pilot, which was a girl named Mia, said , "Um, sir? I just checked the weather, and it looks like there's a storm heading right at us. The air wouldn't be safe to fly in right now. We'll have to wait."
"Mia, you don't understand. My brother's wife is in labor!"
"I'm sorry, I'll be able to take you in a bout an hour, but until then you might want to come inside, it's gonna get nasty. It'll be a quick storm though. I checked it all out."
"But my brother, he just went up in that plane," James said, pointing to the plane in the air that was just getting to the point where you couldn't see it anymore."
"Well, they'll be back soon, don't worry about your brother. That pilot's name is Mikey, and he's not stupid. He'll come back when he hears about the storm."
"Okay, well I'll be inside," James said, getting out of the plane.
Back in Oliver's Plane
"Sorry your brother couldn't go with us, but Candy is essential in a run this long," the pilot said, gesturing toward his copilot; a woman named Candy who wore little tight clothes and chewed her gum with her mouth wide open.
"Uh huh," was all Oliver replied with.
"Listen Mikey, I just checked the weather, and it appears there's a storm comin," Candy said with a heavy New York accent, too.
"Candy, you know where are too far out to sea to turn around. We'll have to ride through it. They come and go, and they're all easy to fly through."
"Whatever you say Mikey!" Candy said.
Oliver sunk down in his seat, preparing to fall asleep, since it was going to be a long flight. He seemed calm on the outside, but on the inside, he was jumping off the walls!
Oliver awoke to the sudden jerk of the plane. He quickly sat up, and noticed that it was raining very heavily.
"BANG!"
Oliver saw lightening, and heard thunder. That couldn't be good.
"It's all right, son. We'll be through it in no time," Mikey said noticing Oliver to be a wake.
"BANG!" but this one was louder, and their plane jerked very hard to the right.
"Mikey, nothing works!" Candy said.
That was when Oliver noticed all of the lights on the front of the plane where the dials and switches were, were all out. All he could hear was rain. No steady hum of the propellers, just rain.
That's when it hit him, "We've been struck by lightening!"
The plane just continued to float in the air for a couple of minutes, then started to take a nosedive into the ocean. Now all Oliver could hear were Candy's screams. He thought about how his children would grow up without a daddy, and the pain everyone was going to suffer from when they found out he was dead. He thought of James, who would no longer be a twin. Then he thought of Lark, his wonderful wife. She would be so sad.
In just a few seconds, it was all over. Their plane was slowing sinking into the Atlantic ocean.
The two started getting in, and putting their seat belts on when the pilot said, "Uh, I don't think so," with a heavy New York accent.
"Excuse me?" James said.
"We have to hurry, my wife is having our babies!" Oliver yelled.
"Well, you can go, but he can't," the man said pointing to James.
"What? Why? Do you have some sort of prejudice thing against people with `J' names?" James asked, getting angry.
"No, but my copilot sits there. You're gonna have to find another plane buddy."
James looked at Oliver, then got out.
"I'll get another plane to take me over, I'll be right behind you!" James yelled, as the pilot started the plane.
James walked away, and quickly found another pilot who was willing to take him back to England. This one was nicer, too.
James saw Oliver's plane take off right as he was putting on his seat belt.
His pilot, which was a girl named Mia, said , "Um, sir? I just checked the weather, and it looks like there's a storm heading right at us. The air wouldn't be safe to fly in right now. We'll have to wait."
"Mia, you don't understand. My brother's wife is in labor!"
"I'm sorry, I'll be able to take you in a bout an hour, but until then you might want to come inside, it's gonna get nasty. It'll be a quick storm though. I checked it all out."
"But my brother, he just went up in that plane," James said, pointing to the plane in the air that was just getting to the point where you couldn't see it anymore."
"Well, they'll be back soon, don't worry about your brother. That pilot's name is Mikey, and he's not stupid. He'll come back when he hears about the storm."
"Okay, well I'll be inside," James said, getting out of the plane.
Back in Oliver's Plane
"Sorry your brother couldn't go with us, but Candy is essential in a run this long," the pilot said, gesturing toward his copilot; a woman named Candy who wore little tight clothes and chewed her gum with her mouth wide open.
"Uh huh," was all Oliver replied with.
"Listen Mikey, I just checked the weather, and it appears there's a storm comin," Candy said with a heavy New York accent, too.
"Candy, you know where are too far out to sea to turn around. We'll have to ride through it. They come and go, and they're all easy to fly through."
"Whatever you say Mikey!" Candy said.
Oliver sunk down in his seat, preparing to fall asleep, since it was going to be a long flight. He seemed calm on the outside, but on the inside, he was jumping off the walls!
Oliver awoke to the sudden jerk of the plane. He quickly sat up, and noticed that it was raining very heavily.
"BANG!"
Oliver saw lightening, and heard thunder. That couldn't be good.
"It's all right, son. We'll be through it in no time," Mikey said noticing Oliver to be a wake.
"BANG!" but this one was louder, and their plane jerked very hard to the right.
"Mikey, nothing works!" Candy said.
That was when Oliver noticed all of the lights on the front of the plane where the dials and switches were, were all out. All he could hear was rain. No steady hum of the propellers, just rain.
That's when it hit him, "We've been struck by lightening!"
The plane just continued to float in the air for a couple of minutes, then started to take a nosedive into the ocean. Now all Oliver could hear were Candy's screams. He thought about how his children would grow up without a daddy, and the pain everyone was going to suffer from when they found out he was dead. He thought of James, who would no longer be a twin. Then he thought of Lark, his wonderful wife. She would be so sad.
In just a few seconds, it was all over. Their plane was slowing sinking into the Atlantic ocean.