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What’s going on. The only thing that I wanted to ask, but couldn’t. The man had walked into the room. Long parka coat. Scruffy beard. Cap on, hanging low and covering his eyes. His voice was kind, and not intimidating.
“How you feeling?”
I scrunch my body up to the wall behind me. This isn’t happening. I’m on the plane. Fell asleep during the flight and this is the dream. My head starts aching. You can’t feel pain in a dream. That’s what they say. Maybe their wrong. Who even told me that. Can’t remember. This isn’t happening.
“Don’t do that. Lay still. You’ve hurt your head.”
Something in his voice made me think he wants to help me. I did as he said, positioned myself so I was comfortable and didn’t move. He places his hand on my shoulder.
“You’ll be alright in a couple of days. Something must have hit you pretty hard. Can you remember what happened at all?”
I couldn’t exactly. It was a bit fuzzy. I was on a plane. It started shaking. Things were flying. That’s it. I think my eyes were closed.
“I was on a plane,” I tell him. “I don’t remember much else.”
“That’s alright. At least you remember that. Just wanted to make sure your head is still working.” He laughed a little.
There is a little room on the edge of the bed, he sits down and smiles at me. Normally I would find this annoying and would try to get him to leave, but right now it’s comforting.
“Where am I?”
He laughs again. Such a nice laugh. “I suppose I should tell you that. Kind of hard to believe that I forgot. You’re on my boat. Delivery boat. I’m the captain. Call me Abe. We were on out way away from Britain and someone spotted the plane going down. No idea why. Was told one of the wings burst into flames and then it started to fall apart. Falling down into the sea. We knew we had to do something. I remember leaning over the side, watching it. I was stunned. Didn’t know what to do. How to react. Luckily others were faster than me and got out lifeboats to save you. Don’t how many were on the plane but we got as many as we could.”
I couldn’t let him continue without knowing. “Chip. Did you get him?”
“Chip. Ah, young man, wide glasses, skinny, has a stupid hat. Goes by the name Chip. That smile says I’m right. Yeah. He was in the bathroom when it went down. Nearly forgotten, but he got out before it completely submerged. You’re the Mary he was asking about. You can see him in a couple of days. We aren’t exactly a medical ship and he’s stuck on the other side of the ship. And you shouldn’t go walking around yet, we need to keep you in for observation.”
He paused. Everything he said made sense. Muffled screaming.
“What was that?” I asked.
“Some of the other survivors are in real pain. I’ll go and grab the doctor. Don’t try and move. I’ll be back soon. You’re hungry, right?”
It took about half an hour to write this. As before I have no idea what I’m going to write before I start. I write around 500 words and just click publish. That’s going to be the way I write the whole of this story, or at least until the ideas stop flowing.
I’m interested to see how long I can keep this up before I run out of ideas. I keep on trying to plot ahead, but whenever my mind starts doing that I stop and think about something else.
Part 3 will be uploaded on Sunday.
Thanks for reading,