Dear Plane Passenger,
The flight attendant making her first rounds through the rows of seats came up to you.
"Your beverage, Ma'am."
You nodded your head as she walked toward another passenger. You took a sip of the juice, and your stomach became uneasy, but you thought nothing of it. Suddenly, the speakers on the plane rang loud with the sound of the pilot yelling, "The plane has been hijacked, -" As he uttered those words, you passed out on the floor.
Your eyes fluttered open as you started to regain consciousness. The room around you gently rocked back and forth, and the clean white walls displayed no windows. Only a single door, a lonely white bed, and a lightbulb - hanging by a wire - filled the room. As you quickly stood up and reached for the doorknob, a vaguely familiar voice sounded in your head, Ma'am, are you okay? Ma'am? Ma'am? Sit down! You listened to the voice and decided to sit down on the bed instead of leaving. Soon, you realized that the wall opposite of the door had small, dark letters engraved in the corner. Slowly, you walked up to investigate the letters, but you couldn't figure out what they meant. As you paced back to your bed, you heard another voice, yet this time it was clearer. Additionally, the room began to shake vigorously, and the lightbulb shattered to the ground. The voice came from the wall which held the small symbols in the corner. It boomed, Get out of your rooms immediately! Go through the door in your room, and travel up the staircase in front of you. Then leave out the door with a window at the top of the stairs - more orders will follow!
Following his instructions, you carefully turned the doorknob, and you sprinted up the staircase in front of you. At the top of the stairs, another door stood, but this one had a window - like the one the voice described. You opened it, revealing a deck with iron rails surrounding it, shielding it from the sea beyond. Turning around to face the direction from which you came, you could see the outline of the rest of the colossal ship. The dark overcast above and the rain pounding on your clothes stopped you from seeing any details. The voice rang out again, this time it instructed you to jump off the ledge and swim for safety. Once again, you followed orders and proceeded to climb the iron rail and launch off into the dark blue sea.
In your peripheral vision, the dark outline of a tall slender man could be seen, his hands cupped around his mouth shouting words you couldn't make out. You swam to him, and as he grew closer you realized he was standing on a chair. Clearer and clearer the chair became, and you started to make out the dark blue fabric and red designs in it. However, behind you, the clouds began to clear, and the sun shone through the clouds. It revealed an island with bright green palm trees and a small hut on the water. There stood a man with a short stout figure wearing a burgundy suit and a mustard-colored tie. He kindly smiled and waved at you, inviting you to the isle.
Although the prospect of living on an island with the seemingly pleasant man sounded enticing, the man on the chair's outstretched hand pulled you up onto his seat. His voice rang in your ears - the same voice that you heard in the white room - screaming for help. You looked up at him, longing to be saved, and he quickly pulled you in to embrace.
When you pulled away from his clutch, the sea and the island around you vanished, and you were sitting back in an airplane chair. Nervous eyes were huddled around you, asking if you were okay. After nodding your head, the nervous eyes walked away and left you with your hero - the man on the chair. Looking into his eyes, you realized that he was your work acquaintance with whom you were traveling with. You asked about the plane hijacker and the ship but he looked at you blankly saying that you had fainted and presumably dreamt up the story. Soon, Your eyes fluttered to the seat in front of you which were engraved with the same letters that you couldn't make out before. It read American Airlines. With confusion, you told your acquaintance the story of the ship and the man on the island. With horror, he pulled out his wallet, and he grabbed a photograph of the man from the island to show to you.
"Is that the man you saw?" he questioned nervously.
"Yes, why?" You retorted.
"That's my father, he died ten years ago while on a cruise, but his body was never found."
With intense bewilderment, your hands fumbled to the glass sitting in your cup holder. Pulling it out, you were about to take a sip of the liquid, but you stopped.
"What's in here?" You asked the flight attendant walking by.
"Cranberry juice."
Alarmingly, you placed the glass back down in the cup holder and asked the flight attendant, "But, I never ordered cranberry juice, I'm allergic."
"Well, the man over there ordered one to your seat." as she answered she looked over at me then back at you.
As soon as the flight attendant walked away, you stared at me with red in your face and eyes wide open. You angrily mouthed the words, Who are you?
With a smirk, I responded, The captain of your cruise ship - first destination, death.
Sincerely,
The man watching your every move
The flight attendant making her first rounds through the rows of seats came up to you.
"Your beverage, Ma'am."
You nodded your head as she walked toward another passenger. You took a sip of the juice, and your stomach became uneasy, but you thought nothing of it. Suddenly, the speakers on the plane rang loud with the sound of the pilot yelling, "The plane has been hijacked, -" As he uttered those words, you passed out on the floor.
Your eyes fluttered open as you started to regain consciousness. The room around you gently rocked back and forth, and the clean white walls displayed no windows. Only a single door, a lonely white bed, and a lightbulb - hanging by a wire - filled the room. As you quickly stood up and reached for the doorknob, a vaguely familiar voice sounded in your head, Ma'am, are you okay? Ma'am? Ma'am? Sit down! You listened to the voice and decided to sit down on the bed instead of leaving. Soon, you realized that the wall opposite of the door had small, dark letters engraved in the corner. Slowly, you walked up to investigate the letters, but you couldn't figure out what they meant. As you paced back to your bed, you heard another voice, yet this time it was clearer. Additionally, the room began to shake vigorously, and the lightbulb shattered to the ground. The voice came from the wall which held the small symbols in the corner. It boomed, Get out of your rooms immediately! Go through the door in your room, and travel up the staircase in front of you. Then leave out the door with a window at the top of the stairs - more orders will follow!
Following his instructions, you carefully turned the doorknob, and you sprinted up the staircase in front of you. At the top of the stairs, another door stood, but this one had a window - like the one the voice described. You opened it, revealing a deck with iron rails surrounding it, shielding it from the sea beyond. Turning around to face the direction from which you came, you could see the outline of the rest of the colossal ship. The dark overcast above and the rain pounding on your clothes stopped you from seeing any details. The voice rang out again, this time it instructed you to jump off the ledge and swim for safety. Once again, you followed orders and proceeded to climb the iron rail and launch off into the dark blue sea.
In your peripheral vision, the dark outline of a tall slender man could be seen, his hands cupped around his mouth shouting words you couldn't make out. You swam to him, and as he grew closer you realized he was standing on a chair. Clearer and clearer the chair became, and you started to make out the dark blue fabric and red designs in it. However, behind you, the clouds began to clear, and the sun shone through the clouds. It revealed an island with bright green palm trees and a small hut on the water. There stood a man with a short stout figure wearing a burgundy suit and a mustard-colored tie. He kindly smiled and waved at you, inviting you to the isle.
Although the prospect of living on an island with the seemingly pleasant man sounded enticing, the man on the chair's outstretched hand pulled you up onto his seat. His voice rang in your ears - the same voice that you heard in the white room - screaming for help. You looked up at him, longing to be saved, and he quickly pulled you in to embrace.
When you pulled away from his clutch, the sea and the island around you vanished, and you were sitting back in an airplane chair. Nervous eyes were huddled around you, asking if you were okay. After nodding your head, the nervous eyes walked away and left you with your hero - the man on the chair. Looking into his eyes, you realized that he was your work acquaintance with whom you were traveling with. You asked about the plane hijacker and the ship but he looked at you blankly saying that you had fainted and presumably dreamt up the story. Soon, Your eyes fluttered to the seat in front of you which were engraved with the same letters that you couldn't make out before. It read American Airlines. With confusion, you told your acquaintance the story of the ship and the man on the island. With horror, he pulled out his wallet, and he grabbed a photograph of the man from the island to show to you.
"Is that the man you saw?" he questioned nervously.
"Yes, why?" You retorted.
"That's my father, he died ten years ago while on a cruise, but his body was never found."
With intense bewilderment, your hands fumbled to the glass sitting in your cup holder. Pulling it out, you were about to take a sip of the liquid, but you stopped.
"What's in here?" You asked the flight attendant walking by.
"Cranberry juice."
Alarmingly, you placed the glass back down in the cup holder and asked the flight attendant, "But, I never ordered cranberry juice, I'm allergic."
"Well, the man over there ordered one to your seat." as she answered she looked over at me then back at you.
As soon as the flight attendant walked away, you stared at me with red in your face and eyes wide open. You angrily mouthed the words, Who are you?
With a smirk, I responded, The captain of your cruise ship - first destination, death.
Sincerely,
The man watching your every move