Nine hours is the duration of the flight between Genovia and New York. After three hours, everyone sleep and even the flight attendant were preparing to rest. But, at the cockpit:

"I don't understand, Commandant… why silence after a bad weather warning?"

"Neither do I, Paul. Control, this is flight 326, Genovia I."

"Sir…"

Suddenly, all commands have stopped responding.

"What the hell? We are not in automatic pilot. Paul, let's start all the systems."

"Alright… all shut in ... three, two, one ... now! "

"Turn it on."

"Ho my God…"

"Paul, call Joseph."

The co-pilot leave the cockpit. Being careful not to wake anyone, he approached Joseph, who was sleeping next to the Queen.

"Sir?" He whisper. Joseph opened his eyes and, before answering, rose not to wake Clarisse.

"What's the matter?"

"Sir, please, came with me right now, please." Joseph followed in silence.

Clarisse woke up and saw Joseph get in the cockpit.

"Michael, what's wrong?" Said Joseph, worried.

""Sir, I don't know what to say… The true is… The plane is flying by himself… I can't explain…"

"What?" Said Clarisse.

"Your Majesty…" The three man looked at her.

"You should not be here!"

"Do you really think so, Joseph? I need an explanation right now!"

"Your Majesty, I don't have an explanation… We lost contact with the tower about fifteen minutes ago, and… It is as if the plane had been turned off and on autopilot ... I don't know what to say nor what to do…"

"Have you tried your satellite phone?" Ask Joseph. Clarisse grabbed his arm and stayed close to him.

"Yes we have… It does not work ... Not our personal ... We do not have any connection to the satellite. "

"Ho my God!" Clarisse lay her head on Joseph's shoulder.

"I'm sure this has an explanation. We must find a way…" Joseph put his hand on her lower back. Clarisse was in shock… and scared.

"Commandant… I think we are changing the course…" Said the co-pilot.

"No… That was not possible! Sir… Joseph, I go down and check the systems…"

"Genovia I, this is Lisbon Tower! Genovia I…"

"Tower, here Genovia I, over."

"Genovia I, this is Lisbon Tower… There's no use, they crash into the ocean. Emergency Protocol active. The Coast Guard is on the way and five helicopters." Said the voice at the tower.

"Tower, this is Genovia I, over."

"They didn't listening to us… This was not a malfunction… This was sabotage!" Said Joseph

"I think so, Sir. We lost contact with the tower and now we hear and they do not. We have already started the system but still can not control anything on the plane. We are clearly changing course. We do not have satellite. For what I am to understand, to the Lisbon Airport, Genovia I crashed in the sea."

Joseph sat on a chair behind the co-pilot and Clarisse sat on his leg. Joseph looked at her and smile.

"Michael, tell me the true, is there any chance for us to survive a crashed plane at the sea?"

"Well, Your Majesty, It depends… the angle at which Genovia I struggle in the water ..."

Clarisse rose, grabbed Joseph's hand and pulled him to her.

"Come… I think we should tell the others."

Five minutes later, the silence filled the plane.

"And what now?" Said Ruth.

"We do not know. Michael and Paul are trying to find a way… All we can do, is pray!"

The Baron rose and start to pacing the plane.

"Incompetent! All of you! I should fly alone… Stupid and incompetent. Better solve this problem right now! And what are you doing here? Go find something to do!" Said the Baron to Joseph.

"Shut up!" Said Clarisse furious.

"How dare you? Don't you never talk to Joseph like that! Despicable man!" Clarisse no longer wanted to pretend. Joseph was her man and woe to those who meddle with it ...

"Oh, stop it Clarisse. We will all die! Get it? The plane is going to crash and no one knows where we are. And it's your fault! If I were the king, this would not happen."

"And you're acting like a girl hysterical. Recompose yourself. do not be ridiculous, for heaven sake. Why don't you go and find something to do yourself?" Said Clarisse.

"Clarisse is right, Harry. You're acting like a baby…"

"Ruth, don't talk to my husband again in that tone."

"Shiuu! Agnes, I'm not in the mood… You're old plum!"

"Ruth!"

"Please. We must calm down… All of us. Your Majesty, I'll go to the cockpit."

"I will go with you, Joseph."

"So do I." Said Ruth.

"And we will also." The Von Troken got up and went to the cockpit.

"Any news?" Asked Joseph.

"No, Sir. The Commander is still in the basement to check all systems. Apparently the system of recognition and signaling, was removed from the plane. We are losing quickly altitude and, if we can not connect the systems will crash us into ten minutes. "

Agnes leaned against the door and started crying.

"I don't want to die! Please, God. I don't want to die!"

Clarisse puts her hand on her shoulder.

"We will not die. Not today!"

"I'm not so sure…"

"We must have faith!"

"I don't want to die!" And started crying again lauder and lauder.

"Stop it, Agnes! Right now!"

"You are a stupid, stupid man. And I hate you, Harry!"

"That's fine by me. Now, stop crying."

"Please, calm down." Said Clarisse.

James, the other bodyguard who accompanies the Queen and Silvia, the flight attendant, joined them. They were scared ... The ocean line already be seen in the cockpit windscreen. Minutes… It is what they only have…

Suddenly, a voice came on the speaker plane ... They all were silent.

"Hello dear friends! How nice of you to be at the same plane!"

"Mabrey!" They all said.

"I would love to spend a few minutes talking to you but… You don't have a few minutes!" And Laugh…

"So, let me just say a few words… Clarisse, I'm completely in love with you and, if you were not stubborn, we could be married by now… and I would make you very happy… If you know what I mean… Ruth, yes you are a beautiful woman, but you can never reach an ankle of your sister in law. Baron and Baroness… Tell me please, do you really think the Greek Ambassador will ask you, or me or even Ruth, to join the Queen? And Joseph… I hope you are the last to die… And I hope you see Clarisse's death struggle… And I really hope you suffer desperately. I SEE YOU ALL IN HELL! LONG LIVE THE NEW KING"

They stayed in silence for a minute… Then, the Commandant spoke…

"I suppose we have two minutes. Please, let's join in the plane tail. We will keep us together and lying on the floor. Protect your head with your hands and prepare for the impact and water. It is important not to panic and be together. I grab the inflatable boat. Now come on, quick. We have a very short time!"

They were all so disgusted with Mabrey, that even forgot panic for a moment.

"Please put the lifejackets." Said the co-pilot

"DOWN, NOW!"

The sound was horrible, the force of impact threw them against the walls of the plane ... But the plane did not break in half.

""Is everyone all right? Quick, we have to get out before the water starts to come in." Commander said.

"What? The plane is full ... We will not go into a boat ... to sea ..." Ruth was hysterical.

"Ruth, this is our best chance, the water will start to come in, dragging us in seconds." Joseph said.

"But..."

"He's right, Ruth. Come now!" said Harry Von Troken.

The Commander opened the door and the water began immediately to enter. He threw the boat into the water and let it fill completely.

"Come on. Ladies first. Your Majesty ..."

The water was cold and looked almost black. Clouds in the sky darkened the day. Clarisse threw himself into the water and swam to the boat but could not climb. Joseph threw himself immediately to the water and went in first. Then he pulled her inside. Two minutes later, They were all in the boat.

Joseph and Michael stretched the boat cover. Joseph open the emergency compartment and distributed bottles of water for all, as well as a flashlight. There were also four flares that Joseph kept in his coat.

"This is the only water until… Well, you know… Be wise, please!" Joseph did not know what to say ... After all, they were shipwrecked… And they all are scared!

"Michael, do you have any idea where we can be?" Asked Clarisse

"No, Your Majesty!"

"Clarisse, call me Clarisse, for Heaven sake. We are in a boat… In the middle of nowhere…"

"Of course, Clarisse. Thank you. I know for sure, we changed route. And we go south. But that's all. What we only have is the Atlantic Ocean."

And now? What do we do? "The idea of dying was leaving Ruth terrified.

"We will wait ... and pray ..." Paul said.

"Really ... As I am not Queen, who answers me is the co-pilot?" Ruth said dismissively.

"How dare you? Even in such a situation you can not be humble?" Clarisse was even losing his cool with Ruth.

"Paul, I'm sorry for my sister in law."

"Your Majesty ..."

"Clarisse, Paul."

"Excuse me ... Clarisse ... You do not have to apologize."

The wind began to blow with some force, causing the boat rocking. Although the afternoon was in half and was already very cold. They sat close to each other to keep warm. Baron looked at Clarisse and would get up to sit next to her but James noticed it and got up first, sitting right next to the Queen. Clarisse smile and whisperer "Thank you".

An hour later, Harry was sick.

"I think I'll throw up "

"Put your head out there!" they all shouted.

Harry kitten until the dinghy door and leaned out.

"My God is an island !"

"What?"

Joseph and Michael also lurked.

"You're right. And we are being pushed to the beach!" Joseph was delirious. He was beginning to see some chances of survival.