The Unknown
Island
Chapter Three

The passengers braced themselves for the crash. My first thought was to protect my new Iphone, but that was kind of petty. Looking out the window, I could see a glimpse of water below. We were falling into an ocean. Just my luck.
"Unbuckle." I told Lucas. He looked at me like I was crazy. "We're over water. We'll have to get out of the plane somehow and swim. I know it sounds ridiculous, but trust me."
Why did I just say that? Now I'm going to be responsible for his death.
"If you say so." Lucas shrugged. Then he reached into a compartment above us and opened it. Out flopped two life jackets. He smiled smugly, and then put his on. He looked out and said that we were still pretty high in the air. There was probably less than a minute left before we hit the water.I felt Lucas sliding my arms through the life jacket and I helped to pull it on.
The rest of the passengers were sitting in their seatbelts. I even saw one guy listening to his iPod. I yelled for them to unbuckle. No one listened. The pilot made a goodbye announcement with his apologies. Some people were hyperventilating; others were puking into those free paper bags the flight attendants give out. I looked away, and noticed an emergency axe in a glass frame. I opened it. Nobody cared that the alarm was going off. I hadn't thought that they would.
I smashed my window open and ducked as the glass flew at me. Fortunately, none pierced my skin. I told Lucas to jump when we got low enough to the water. We were about 100 feet from the ground now.
"Jump… NOW," he yelled pushing me through the window head first. I slid down the wing of the plane, and then tumbled into the water. I heard a small splash after me. Then another, much larger splash after that. I could hear the screams from underwater.
The plane sinking was causing the water to pull me deeper. I couldn't fight it, and I was running low on oxygen. The pull gradually stopped, but I couldn't swim any further.
Soon, I felt a hand grab mine, and tug me to the surface. I gasped for air. I saw a wet-haired, chiseled guy holding me to his chest, swimming at the same time. Lucas.
I didn't talk. There was nothing to say. Anyways, I was content enough just looking at his fluffed up hair, and determined facial expression. He glanced back for a moment, and raised his eyebrows, asking if I was okay. I nodded. He didn't seem to have any trouble swimming while carrying me, so I figured why not make it last as long as possible?
Somehow, he stood up and began walking in the clear, warm water. He continued carrying me in his arms. The water got lower, until there was just sand. Maybe my luck wasn't so bad. The plane crashed near an island.
We turned to face the direction we came from. There wasn't a person in sight. I held his hand as I watched the last bubble disappear. We couldn't help them now. Then we looked back at the island, dense with palm trees, and bushes. It had to be at least a few miles long. Lucas sat down and placed his hand on my shoulder, encouraging me to sit with him.
I put my arms around him and buried my face in his chest as I cried. He gently patted my back, and still, neither of us said anything. After about a half an hour, I gathered myself and let go of him. Lucas took my hands and held them in his as he spoke.
"We're going to get out of here, alive, okay? It's going to be fine." he said surely. He stared into my eyes, waiting for a response. I shook my head.
"No. We're going to freaking die in there," I spluttered, pointing to the jungle. I blabbered on about how if the giant spiders didn't get us, we'd starve to death. I would have gone on, but he did something that put an instant stop to my rambling.
Lucas let go of my hands, then softly tipped my chin upwards. He slowly bent towards me and kissed me for a moment. Then he pulled away to speak
"I'll protect you." he said quietly."We'll get through this," he paused. "Together.