The ocean grew closer and closer through the cockpit window.
The pilot was wrestling with the controls, trying to get at least a shred of control. The plane wouldn't have it though. Absolutely everything had seized. There was nothing to do but brace themselves.
When was the last time this was serviced? thought the pilot as the water neared them at an alarming rate.
There were 500 people behind him and he could hear 500 screams through the door. They were all going to die. All the lifejackets and oxygen in the world weren't going to save them. No plane had ever gone down at sea and produced a survivor.
It was seconds away.
I wish I'd eaten more blancmange, he thought, inexpicably.
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