When it all comes crashing.

Subject: When it all comes crashing. Fri Aug 24, 2007 9:29 pm

William had been walking on the beach for what seemed to him like an hour or two - more like twenty minutes - thinking about what Tom had said. He was right - only sand and sea. It's huge. The thought that he might wander too far for anyone to find him was horribly entertaining.

It was only then that he saw it - not quite everything he was expecting, but a fragment of it. Several hundreds of feet away from him, what looked like the front of the plane was anchored in the sand like a grave or a broken toy. It was quite enormous, even though it wasn't complete. From what he could see, it had been severely damaged.

He ran for it, unsure whether what he was feeling was fear or excitement.

Subject: Re: When it all comes crashing. Fri Aug 24, 2007 9:36 pm

William abruptly stopped when he got close enough to notice the extent of the damage. It looked liked the head of a gigantic metallic bird had been brutally chopped off, leaving trails of fuel, ashes and wires. The windows were either cracked, broken or melted down, and the rancid smell of burnt materials - or was it really materials? - was still floating around the wreckage even days after the crash.

William dared venturing closer. Do it for the radio, he told himself. If he had been anymore honest, he would have admitted his morbid fascination for what could still be inside the plane. It repulsed yet intrigued him.

Subject: Re: When it all comes crashing. Sat Aug 25, 2007 9:46 am

William climbed inside the plane, and noted that a good number of the seats had completely disappeared. The source of the smell became more evident when he looked inside the remaining seats - bodies, some partly burned, others covered in blood, with their safety belt still on. Some body parts seemed to be missing, and honestly William hoped he wouldn't find them. He didn't try to identify any of the corpses, afraid that he'd know someone. He didn't search the bags or suitcases either. That's someone else's job.

The door the the pilot's cabin had a convex shaped, dangerously bending toward the inside. William judged that a good kick would take it down - he was right. The door fell down, unfortunately on the body of what was possibly one of the pilots. William felt no guilt stepping on it. The other pilot, still in his seat, seemed to have broken his neck and had died immediately. He didn't want to check the extent of his injuries, purposedly avoiding to look at him.

Subject: Re: When it all comes crashing. Sat Aug 25, 2007 9:54 am

The control panel - or panels, as it seemed - looked like a battlefield of buttons, lights and wires. William found the radio, but guessed that since the power was out, it'd be of no use. With his fingers, he tried to tear off the burnt plastic around the device, but it became hard to tell what was part of the radio and what wasn't. It's stupid. I can't do that alone. I have no idea how to make a radio work. He removed his hands, defeated.

Subject: Re: When it all comes crashing. Sat Aug 25, 2007 12:26 pm

William jumped off the plane, disappointed he hadn't found anything. I'm sure the other guys would have had more luck. Dragging his feet in the sand, he made his way back to the jungle.