Thread: Deserted Island

Aerin sat aboard the plane among the normal passengers, he refused to take special treatment for his condition, besides there were plenty of others that could get better use out of the handicap seating than he could. His blue eyes scanned over the passengers, seeing some making conversation with one another, some reading or playing games, and others sleeping. A smile split his face at the normalcy of it all. Returning his attention to his book, one of probably hundreds about survival he had read over the years. Learning to surf, rock climb, ski, were all challenges in their selves, but one of the biggest challenges he could easily over come, the rock climbing being one of the more dangerous as he would have to feel the vibrations of something coming down a mountain since he couldn't very well hear it. This newest fascination for him was doing a survival camp out with a group of friends. Two weeks in the wild with nothing but their skills and wits to provide. As head strong as he was Aerin wasn't stupid, putting himself in a completely isolated environment was a bad idea for anyone, but especially so when one of his senses didn't work. He would need other people to help him, it wouldn't matter what he accomplished as a deaf man if he got himself mauled by a bear that he didn't hear coming. Still he was determined to be as useful as everyone else on the trip if not more so. A light jolt caused him to bounce. Looking up from the book he watched as passengers looked around curiously while others just ignored it. He assumed it was a spot of turbulence, nothing to worry about. Then came a second, much stronger shake that was proceeded by a near constant vibration. People around him were starting to move around more, looks of concern painted on their faces. Turning back in his seat he watched as an attendant quickly walked down the aisle a look of minor panic on her face. Frowning he lifted himself up and looked back a few rows to where two of his friends sat. With a few quick gestures of his hands he was replied to with a shrug and more hand gestures. Turning back to sit he looked up and saw the Please Fasten Seatbelts light on. Complying he felt the vibration become a tremble, and then a full blow tremor that was shaking the plane. Gripping the arms of his seat Aerin watched as others did much the same, or tired to comfort those around them. The lights started to flicker and the plane felt like it was trying to shake itself apart. Oxygen masks came down and he watch in the premanent silence of his world as the passengers began to panic. Silent screams haunted him as he watched looks of unrestrained terror fill the faces he could see. The strongest jar of them all hit and if it wasn't for his seatbelt Aerin knew he would have been thrown from his seat. Head whipping around eyes wide he watched people crying and screaming. Suddenly he felt a blast of air ripping at his face and hair. Looking back he saw a wall of the plane torn away. He watched the chaos unfold devoid of all sounds and for the first time in his life thankful he couldn't hear. Turning back as far as he could he peeked over the back of the seat and saw that several rows of seats were missing. One of those missing rows contained his friends. An icy spike of dread pierced his heart. His best friends were dead, and soon everyone else on the plane would be. He felt the plane's nose moving earthward. Gripping his seat he let out a scream of terror himself, feeling it in his chest and throat but not hearing it. Another sharp jerk and suddenly Aerin's world was spinning out of control. As the plane spun through the sky on a crash course to the earth below he couldn't tear his eyes away from the hole in the wall that was ripped further open. He saw chairs being pried loose from the force of spin and air pressure. Watched helpless as lives were flung from the plane. The spinning getting to his head and the last thing he saw before blacking out was the tail end of the plane whipping past and nearly hitting the part he was in. Finally the darkness of unconsciousness graced him moments before impact with the water. An untold time later Aerin's eyes snapped open and he sat upright with a cry of fear. It took a few moments but finally his senses returned to him. He was laying on a beach, the waves washing over his sore body. Rubbing his face and groaning he pushed himself up to his feet. Looking out across the pristine water he saw that it stretched unbroken for miles. Looking down the beach in either direction he saw no signs of people. A swell of panic tried to rise in his gut but he pushed it down. Now wasn't the time to loose his head. Turning from the water he looked inland and smiled. There was a virtual jungle behind him, which meant he could find plants to eat. At the same time he knew there would be predictors of some sort in those trees, something that could stalk silently through the brush and be on him without him ever knowing. Pushing the thought aside he first needed to find out if there were other survivors. He needed to see what he resources he still had on him. Being prepared for his trip was important and Aerin spared no expense on his tools. On his right wrist was the Adventure and on the left the Mountaineer models of survival bracelets. Nearly 160 worth of survival gear disguised as simple bracelets. His friends has teased him for spending so much money on them but now that he was stuck on an unknown island he was glad he did. The thought of his friends sent pangs of guilt through him. He survived but did they? He could only hope so but they were one of the first people that were thrown from the plane. Chances were better than not that they had died. Reaching into his back pocket he let out a groan. His wallet was missing. He had a few tender cards in it that would have be helpful for making a fire but things could have been worse he thought. Now knowing what he had available on him he felt a little better. Now he needed to examine himself for injuries. Peeling out of his wet clothes and shoes he stood in only his boxers and examined himself, he had a few scrapes and cuts, and some tender spots that would definitely become bruises. Pulling his pants back on he left the shirt off as well as his socks and shoes, the last thing he wanted was to get trench foot from walking around in wet socks and shoes. Tying the laces together he hung his boots around his neck and hung the socks from them. The one plus he had was that he grew up in Southern California so the heat and salty air was familiar to him, still he needed to find a source of fresh water soon if he wanted to survive. He could worry about food later. Looking in either direction down the beach he pondered which way he should go for a few minutes letting the sun dry his body and hair. Finally choosing a direction he started his walk down the beach. After a nearly half an hour of walking had a thought that made him want to kick himself. The bracelet contained a whistle, he may not be able to hear it but if there was anyone else on the beach surely they would and come investigate. Unbuckling on he held the whistle between his lips and blew into it hoping that someone could hear him.