Part 10: Let it rain
The rain was a typical tropical storm, coming down in sheets. The wind blew slightly, just enough for everybody to get wet despite where they were. Luckily they were a small group and managed to get everyone into the part of the plane that had landed on the beach. Tony asked politely how many people where in the plant with them. He counted 22.
John was doing what Tony had suggested. He gathered up their small amount of water bottles, and he used a Airplane Crash Procedure plastic flyer as a run off for the rain. Once one bottle was filled out, he gave it to Tony, who took a drink. Then he past it off to Marita, then to Yolanda, then to McKay, then to Kristy, and then to Martin. Kristy was soaked by standing close to the edge of the plane. She held onto Martin with chattering teeth. The young black man did his best to keep her warm.
After John filled up the rest of the bottles, he backed into the rest of the plane with the others. He swiped his hair back to get the wet part out of his face. The rain was cold but he hoped it would end soon. Then a commotion caught his attention.
Down near the other side, Poteet was shoving people out of the way, as he checked overhead compartments. He then shuffled through a few side chairs. Then he found what he was looking for. The small bottle of Jack Daniels was still intact. He quickly ripped it open and started to chug it down. There was a mixture of disgusts and gasps coming from the crowd. Tony twitched his face at what he was hearing. He quickly deduced what was happening. “Poteet?” he asked to anyone.
“Aye,” McKay sniffed, “Looks like he found a tiny bottle of Jack.”
“He’s wasting his time. There isn’t an unlimited supply of alcohol on this island. He’ll be forced into detox eventually.”
“I don’t think he’s going to be convinced so easily.” Marita shivered
“I’m cold,” Eddie trembled.
Tony brought him closer. “Hang in there, buddy. Hopefully the rain will be over soon.”
“Gents, I reckon this proves it, “ McKay pointed out, “We’re gonna have to build a shelter. This part of the plane isn’t going to help us out if it rains again.”
“He’s right,” Martin said, “There is probably a bunch of stuff we can make tents out of.”
“What for?” a woman said behind him, “The rescue party is on their way.”
McKay, John and the others looked the young girl. She had wet curly blonde hair and a matching tan skin. Her friend looked almost like her. John’s first impression was they were college kids, on vacation in Australia. McKay smirked at their defiance of building shelter. “So when that rescue party does arrive, luv, you be sure and let us know, yah?”
“Whatever,” she sighed.
“Does Australia have any military?” the other girl asked.
“Oh, sure thing, little Sheila. But we Australians need to use a thing called Radar to make sure we know exactly where the crash happened. That’ll take a few days, so it might just be a wee good idea to build shelter until they arrive.”
“And who are you supposed to be? Some kind of island expert?” the first girl scoffed.
“No, luv. I am Barto McKay and I know a few things about survival. And who might you be?”
“Her name is Taylor and I am Mandy,” the second girl said.
McKay smiled, bowing his head. He was happy at least one of them had manners. Mandy rubbed her arms up and down, then looked to McKay again. “You’re Australian, right?” she asked.
“Aye, Mandy,” McKay smiled, “Where might you be from?”
“South Carolina, USA.” She shivered, “You don’t really sound like an Australian.”
“Really?” he chuckled, “Let me guess, you are expecting me to say CRIKEY? Sorry, Sheila, you watch to much TV.”
Tony chuckled somewhat at McKay’s joke about the crocodile hunter. Anything to lighten the mood would be a good idea. The longer they stayed inside this part of the plane, the worse it would start to be. People in cramped places tend to get on each other’s nerves quickly. Eddie turned around and embraced Tony, doing his best to stay warm. The doctor started to worry. If they stayed like this much longer, they might get hypothermia or worse, pneumonia. It would be so helpful if the rain stopped.
Then the sound of silence washed over them. Tony was stunned at the suddenness of it. He felt John move away from him for a second. “John, has the rain stopped?” the blind doctor asked.
“Yeah, “ he laughed, “It’s stopped!”
John was doing what Tony had suggested. He gathered up their small amount of water bottles, and he used a Airplane Crash Procedure plastic flyer as a run off for the rain. Once one bottle was filled out, he gave it to Tony, who took a drink. Then he past it off to Marita, then to Yolanda, then to McKay, then to Kristy, and then to Martin. Kristy was soaked by standing close to the edge of the plane. She held onto Martin with chattering teeth. The young black man did his best to keep her warm.
After John filled up the rest of the bottles, he backed into the rest of the plane with the others. He swiped his hair back to get the wet part out of his face. The rain was cold but he hoped it would end soon. Then a commotion caught his attention.
Down near the other side, Poteet was shoving people out of the way, as he checked overhead compartments. He then shuffled through a few side chairs. Then he found what he was looking for. The small bottle of Jack Daniels was still intact. He quickly ripped it open and started to chug it down. There was a mixture of disgusts and gasps coming from the crowd. Tony twitched his face at what he was hearing. He quickly deduced what was happening. “Poteet?” he asked to anyone.
“Aye,” McKay sniffed, “Looks like he found a tiny bottle of Jack.”
“He’s wasting his time. There isn’t an unlimited supply of alcohol on this island. He’ll be forced into detox eventually.”
“I don’t think he’s going to be convinced so easily.” Marita shivered
“I’m cold,” Eddie trembled.
Tony brought him closer. “Hang in there, buddy. Hopefully the rain will be over soon.”
“Gents, I reckon this proves it, “ McKay pointed out, “We’re gonna have to build a shelter. This part of the plane isn’t going to help us out if it rains again.”
“He’s right,” Martin said, “There is probably a bunch of stuff we can make tents out of.”
“What for?” a woman said behind him, “The rescue party is on their way.”
McKay, John and the others looked the young girl. She had wet curly blonde hair and a matching tan skin. Her friend looked almost like her. John’s first impression was they were college kids, on vacation in Australia. McKay smirked at their defiance of building shelter. “So when that rescue party does arrive, luv, you be sure and let us know, yah?”
“Whatever,” she sighed.
“Does Australia have any military?” the other girl asked.
“Oh, sure thing, little Sheila. But we Australians need to use a thing called Radar to make sure we know exactly where the crash happened. That’ll take a few days, so it might just be a wee good idea to build shelter until they arrive.”
“And who are you supposed to be? Some kind of island expert?” the first girl scoffed.
“No, luv. I am Barto McKay and I know a few things about survival. And who might you be?”
“Her name is Taylor and I am Mandy,” the second girl said.
McKay smiled, bowing his head. He was happy at least one of them had manners. Mandy rubbed her arms up and down, then looked to McKay again. “You’re Australian, right?” she asked.
“Aye, Mandy,” McKay smiled, “Where might you be from?”
“South Carolina, USA.” She shivered, “You don’t really sound like an Australian.”
“Really?” he chuckled, “Let me guess, you are expecting me to say CRIKEY? Sorry, Sheila, you watch to much TV.”
Tony chuckled somewhat at McKay’s joke about the crocodile hunter. Anything to lighten the mood would be a good idea. The longer they stayed inside this part of the plane, the worse it would start to be. People in cramped places tend to get on each other’s nerves quickly. Eddie turned around and embraced Tony, doing his best to stay warm. The doctor started to worry. If they stayed like this much longer, they might get hypothermia or worse, pneumonia. It would be so helpful if the rain stopped.
Then the sound of silence washed over them. Tony was stunned at the suddenness of it. He felt John move away from him for a second. “John, has the rain stopped?” the blind doctor asked.
“Yeah, “ he laughed, “It’s stopped!”
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