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Boom! The engine had bursted Tasman had no choice but to crash land. The plane was choking on smoke struggling to breathe poof! Clutter! Bang! Tasman held the handles on the roof tight as he knew this would be a fatal crash. The plane was shaking, still struggling. It was only getting worse. Tasman had to be careful or else he would crash in the deep jungle.
Previously Tasman was on a mission learning to fly dangerously but safe. His goal was to land at an old airport and retrieve an expensive engine for a plane that was being built. He knew lots about flying but not about flying through dangerous climates. He would usually fly over a small lake that boats would always be, it was his favourite lake. He would often take pictures from his plane and his friends called him crazy for flying so low next to the water but for him it was a normal every flight thing. The one thing Tasman was bad at was checking on his plane such as replacing the propeller or the tires instead he just fueled it up and went for flight.
Crack! Pop! Tasman tightened his seatbelt ready for flight ‘’safe flight’’ said Nixon. ‘’Will’’
Tasman responded with tight hands on the joystick. He waited until the runway was clear pop pop crack! The plane sped up before lifting off into the air as the engine struggled to lift him. Tasman sat in the aircraft clenching the joystick tight and focusing on what’s ahead of him. His visor was dark protecting him from the sharp sun as he glided through the air. ‘’The plane is a bit shaky’’ said Tasman as he looked at the left wing ‘’what’s wrong’’ said Nixon. Tasman didn’t respond he just stared at the left wing his hands suddenly let go of the joystick ‘’Tasman!’’ he clicked back and gripped his hands back on to the joystick as he took a deep breath in and landed roughly on the runway. Nixon stood and watched through the old car window. Tasman got out of the plane and nearly fainted ‘’the wing is broken’’ he said with a shaky voice as he heavily took a breath in. He walked to the left wing and stared for a few seconds before groaning and saying ‘’I don’t have enough to finish it before the mission’’. He said, covering his eyes as he held the wing. Nixon watched ‘’I can fix it’’ he said staring into the eyes of Tasman. ‘’How much’’ Tasman responded ‘’10k’’ said Nixon as he pulled out his phone from his pocket. Tasman put away his plane for a while before closing the door and hiding it until it was fixed.
Present
Ping ping crack! Rocks hit the window of the plane Tasman still held the roof handles tight before panicking and holding his head. The engine started to hiss and the plane was getting closer and closer to the ground as the engine failed more and more. At this point Tasman had to start thinking before he hit the ground beep beep beep beep beep! The beeping quickly became rapid before the plane suddenly nose dived vroom! Crash! Crumble! The plane was ripped into many pieces Tasman flew out of the plane as soon as it hit the ground. His face was also shredded into many pieces; it was most likely that it was the end of his days. The propeller of the plane lied next to him like his last friend that would always be there. He had very little life left.
Next morning
The cave was cold and moist but Tasman was still yet to wake up. His eyes were closed like they would never open like they were glued together. He laid there silently but it still felt like there was life left. Suddenly he took a deep breath. He couldn’t move, his muscles were weak and worn out, his vision was blurry and he had to focus on something to even see it. He finally moved and held the wall of the giant cave before falling back onto the ground and injuring his muscles again. There were cuts all over his body and his fingers were all broken. It was a bad crash.
Broken News
Nixon was walking around in the city flipping a coin before looking into the sky watching the rescue chopper fly by. He stared at them asking himself ‘’where is tasman’’ he stopped in a shop to get some chocolate ‘’whats the best chocolate you got’’ he said looking in the lollie isle. The cashier stared ‘’Tims’’ he said before pointing to it. Nixon picked it up and brought up the front ‘’card please’’. After buying the chocolate he sat at a table and opened it ‘’shoot’’ he whispered he realised that tasman would have crashed in the plane but he didn’t tell Nixon he was going he thought for a while before snapping a bit of chocolate off ‘’yum’’ he whispered before leaving the table.