by Pamela Tracy
For a moment, her question was met with silence. Just as she was about to ask him again, she heard his deep voice responding to her. “No, Miss Murray. Everything is not all right. We are in a very serious predicament.” She watched as he pushed a button and began speaking into the headset. “Air traffic control. This is pilot Declan O’Rourke. November, six, two, four, eight, Sierra. Forty miles Southeast of Anchorage Airport. Mayday. Mayday.”
Mayday? That sounded like a distress call. Her heart thundered in her chest as the reality of the situation began to sink in.
“Can you read me? Air traffic control,” he cried out again before tapping the headset. “Of all the times to lose communication,” he shouted.
Annie bit her lip. She wasn’t a woman prone to panic, and she knew nothing about the mechanical aspects of aviation, but something felt terribly wrong. The plane was now bucking up and down as if it couldn’t be controlled. Declan O’Rourke’s voice had sounded strained and filled with alarm. He was frantically working the controls.
“Are we almost there?” she asked. “What seems to be the problem?” she cried out as the plane suddenly dropped.
“Almost isn’t going to cut it. We’re still a good distance from our destination and too far away from the airport to turn back. I need to land Lucy right now,” he said in a tense, raised voice.
He was letting her know in his cut-and-dried manner that they were in the midst of a serious, potentially life-threatening situation. Clearly Lucy was the name of his plane, one that was suffering some sort of dire malfunction.
Oh no! They weren’t anywhere near an airport or the town of Love. They were in the middle of nowhere. To confirm that fact, Annie peered out the window. All she saw were trees. Lots and lots of Alaskan trees. Sitka spruce trees. Birch trees. Pine trees. All dusted with pretty white snow. She had researched them all. And now the plane was hurtling toward them at lightning-fast speed. Terror gripped her by the throat. Instead of living out her dreams, she was caught up in a nightmare scenario. Impending doom. All she could think of at the moment was that she didn’t want to die in obscurity in the Alaskan wilderness. She had always imagined that she would die peacefully at home at the ripe old age of one hundred.
“Assume the crash position. Prepare for an emergency landing,” O’Rourke called out.
Annie’s heart dropped to her belly as she bent forward over her knees and placed her hands on the back of her head. A crash landing? Is this how her grand adventure was going to end? All she had wanted to do in making this voyage was to chase after her dreams. Instead she was going to plummet to her death in a rinky-dink toy plane. Maybe she should never have left Whimsy in the first place. At least there she might have had an opportunity to die of old age in her bed.
Dear Lord, please don’t let this be the end. Even though things have been a little rough lately, I love being alive. And I have so much more living to do. I want to fall in love. I want to become a mother. I want to make a difference in this world. And I want to change people’s lives with the gift of books. Mercy, Lord. Above all else, mercy.
She shut her eyes tightly as the plane continued to drop out of the sky. Her stomach lurched as she felt the seaplane nose-dive toward the snow-covered ground at an alarming speed. If these were her last moments on earth and God was calling her home, she would handle it with grace and courage. She would accept His will.
The plane hit the ground with a thunderous bang, then veered to the right before skidding for an agonizing amount of time. It finally came to a grinding halt. They had crash-landed! As the plane seemed to crumple all around her, Annie let out a blood-curdling scream that she felt certain could be heard all the way back in Maine.
* * *
Declan O’Rourke had been flying planes since he was fourteen years old. He knew them inside and out. It was pretty much the only legacy his old man had ever handed down to him. His father had also been a pilot until he had thrown it all away and become a felon. His grandfather had given him a vast knowledge of the inner workings of planes and how to be a first-class pilot. He had given Declan something in his life to be proud of achieving. He’d flown in snowstorms, rainstorms and through ice and hail, thunder, lightning and dense fog. On one occasion he had guided his plane without the use of instruments when they had failed him. Not once had he ever been faced with an emergency crash landing. There had been instances when things had gotten dicey, but nothing like this moment in which he had landed the plane with white knuckles gripping the controls.
He held out his hands in front of him. They were shaking uncontrollably.
Once he’d collected himself, he took a moment to utter a prayer of thanks to the big guy upstairs. God had shown him mercy in a terrifying situation. In those moments of stark fear, God had been at his side, guiding him to safety. He quickly got up from his seat and left the cockpit. On his way out, he grabbed the emergency kit he had stashed nearby. He didn’t have a moment to spare. Even though he was still in shock, he needed to assume control of the situation. As the pilot of this aircraft, he was responsible for Miss Murray. He needed to ensure that she made it safely out of the plane. And judging by the way she’d just screamed, she was alive and kicking.
When he reached the back of the plane, he noticed his passenger was sitting in her seat with her eyes pressed closed. Part of the infrastructure of the plane had collapsed around her. He leaned down so that his face was near hers. “Miss Murray. Are you all right?”
“Are we alive?” Annie’s eyelids didn’t even flutter. She was sitting in her seat, ramrod straight, her hands clutching the armrest. She wasn’t moving a muscle. But he did a quick perusal of her and thought she hadn’t sustained any injuries.
Despite the grave circumstances, her question made him want to laugh. “I can assure you that we are very much alive, Miss Murray.”
“Thank You, Lord,” she whispered. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life living up to Your faith in me.”
A protective instinct rose up inside him. He squashed the urge to put his arm around her and tell her everything was going to be all right. For starters, he had never been in a plane crash, and he had no idea whether they were going to make it through this ordeal. The one thing he did know for certain was that they needed to exit the plane quickly. He could smell smoke, although he couldn’t see any flames yet.
“Miss Murray, we need to get off the plane in case there’s an explosion from the fuel.”
Her eyes flew open upon hearing his words. They were a pretty brown with caramel flecks. Without her oversize glasses weighing her down, she was actually pretty cute. She had a button nose and shoulder-length glossy hair. A few freckles were scattered across the bridge of her nose.
Her glasses? They were no longer on her face. Had they flown off in the crash? He looked around for a moment, feeling a stab of dismay when he spotted them on the floor next to her seat, smashed to smithereens. Declan picked them up and brushed them off against his jacket. He poked out the remaining bits of glass, leaving just the frame intact. It was better than nothing, he supposed, although he surmised the glasses were a total loss.
“I hate to tell you, but your glasses are shattered.” Declan reluctantly held out the broken eyeglasses.
She reached for them, her expression shuttered. She shrugged. “It’s okay. They’re fake.”
Fake? Why would she be wearing fake glasses? He felt himself gaping at her. She was an odd woman, he realized. Eccentric. The fuzzy leopard pants had spoken volumes. The granny-style cloak harkened back to another era. The fake glasses were just another piece of the puzzle.
Declan sniffed the air around him.
“I’d love to hear all about it, but we really need to move. Quickly! I smell smoke.” He tugged insistently at her wrist and pulled her to a standing position.
“My purse!” she cried out, reaching down and yanking it up from t
he floor.
He fought back against a rising tide of impatience. Her purse was a luxury at this critical juncture. It certainly wasn’t worth either of their lives. “Let’s get a move on,” he said as he took Miss Murray by the hand and led her toward the exit. He let go of her hand as he worked to disengage the door lock, praying that it hadn’t gotten jammed during the crash landing. If so, things might get dicey before he could find another way out of the plane. He uttered a sigh of relief as the door opened up and he caught a glimpse of the great outdoors.
Declan raised his hand to protect himself from the harsh glare of the midday sun. The brightness of the snow made him blink rapidly a few times. He jumped out of the plane, then turned around to help his passenger down. He reached for either side of her waist and lifted her down to the ground. Suddenly she wrapped her arms around his neck as if her life depended on it. He sputtered as her grip on him tightened. Declan hadn’t expected her to treat him like her personal life preserver.
“I think you can let go of me now,” he said in a strangled voice. She was gripping him so fiercely, she was cutting off his air supply. Although she was as light as a feather, her choke hold on his neck made it hard for him to breathe.
“I’m so sorry. I think it was all the adrenaline rushing through me,” she said as she released her grip on his neck. He set her down on the snow-covered ground. She looked up at him with big brown eyes that were full of apology.
Declan cast a quick glance around him. They had landed smack dab in the middle of the Chugach National Forest. It was a vast area comprised of almost seven million acres of land. His heart lurched painfully inside his chest. Being in a plane crash was bad enough. But surviving in a no-man’s-land without food or supplies was another story altogether.
He wasn’t a man prone to panic, but if there was ever a moment to give in to that state of being, it was now. They were going to have to do something drastic to help themselves get rescued in this vast, thickly forested area. Although he was putting on a brave front with Annie, he couldn’t help but feel that locating them might be akin to finding a needle in a haystack.
* * *
So far, Annie’s grand adventure had been one big bust. As stressful as her delayed flight had been, it was nothing compared to being a passenger in a plane that had dropped out of the sky and crash-landed in the Alaskan wilderness. Everything had happened so quickly, as if in fast motion. She’d barely had any time to react. Shock had settled in the moment the pilot had announced the upcoming crash landing. All she had been able to do was pray. And wish she had never left the coziness of Maine.
In the moments after the plane touched down, the pilot had helped her out of her seat and toward safety, and although his manner had been a tad gruff, he’d mobilized with an urgency she respected. Clearly time had been of the essence.
As Annie exited the plane, a cold blast of November air hit her squarely in the face. Her eyes teared up. She shivered and drew her cloak tighter around her throat. It was much colder here than back in Maine. She stumbled as her booted feet slid on the snow. Before she could fall on her face, she managed to steady herself.
“Easy there,” he warned from behind her. “Watch your step.”
“I’m fine,” she said. “Just getting my bearings.” She looked around her as a feeling of dread coursed through her. They had crashed in the Alaskan wilderness. They were in the middle of a forested area on the last frontier. Otherwise known as the middle of nowhere. Common sense told her that rescue might not come right away. How in the world were they going to manage to make it through this? It was already freezing outside, and they had neither shelter nor a fire to keep themselves warm.
She felt her arm being tugged again. “Miss Murray. We need to stay a safe distance from the plane because it might explode. The inside is on fire.”
Explode? Her heart began to thunder in her chest as the threat of danger hung in the air. A burning scent singed her nostrils. Mr. O’Rourke didn’t seem the type who would be prone to exaggeration. He was a pilot, after all. Full of knowledge and wisdom and skill. She felt helpless as he pulled her away from the plane.
Suddenly she stopped in her tracks. “Wait! My bags are still inside. Everything of sentimental value I have in the world is in there!” she cried out.
“Things can be replaced. Our lives cannot,” he said in a stern voice that brooked no argument.
He was wrong! Gram’s diary was inside her suitcase, along with a blanket Gram had knitted for her as a sixteenth birthday present. Her most cherished keepsake—a picture of her mother cradling her in her arms as a newborn—was also in her luggage. If she lost these precious items, it would be like she’d been severed from her upbringing. She had already lost so much. This would be unbearable.
“No!” she screamed as she lunged toward the plane. For most of her life, she had sat on the sidelines without uttering a peep. She would never forgive herself if she didn’t take action in this moment.
Strong arms gripped her shoulders. “What do you think you’re doing? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
Annie felt the hot splash of tears on her cheeks. “I can’t stand by and watch it all go up in smoke. My whole life is in there!” She let out a plaintive howl. She saw his ice-blue eyes widen. A muscle in his jaw began to twitch. A low growl escaped his lips. He released her shoulders and pivoted around so that he was facing the plane.
Turning back toward her, he yelled out, “Get out of this area as fast as you can. Run as far as you can upwind. Now!” She watched as he rushed toward the plane, wrenched open the cargo hold and yanked her suitcases out in one fluid motion. With an amazing display of agility, he ran back toward her at breakneck speed. One look at his expression and Annie began to run in the opposite direction as fast as she could.
A thunderous noise interrupted the silence, followed by a crackling sound rending the air. Unable to stop herself, she turned around and glanced back at the plane. The sight of the fireball caused her knees to buckle. She sank to the ground, giving way to fear and anxiety and shock. If they had lingered a few minutes longer inside the plane, they might not have made it out alive. And because of her, the pilot had almost been blown to smithereens. For all she knew, he could have been injured.
Dear Lord, protect Mr. O’Rourke from harm. I didn’t mean to put him in danger. I just didn’t want my mementos to be destroyed. Under the circumstances, that might have been selfish. I promise to do better in the future.
She couldn’t look away as titian flames licked at the sides of the plane. An acrid odor filled the air. Within seconds, most of the plane had been consumed by the relentless blaze.
Copyright © 2016 by Sandra Calhoune
ISBN-13: 9781488007361
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