The night was
murky, and the air was thick with water and dust, the result being that
there was no natural light whatsoever, and any artificial light that
could be mustered was largely reduced to nothing, visibility being no
more than twenty feet.
The wind was calm and the flying, though strenuous from lack of sight,
was without turbulence. I was doing well, until out of nowhere I heard a
loud crack of thunder, followed by a bolt of lightning that hit the
plane. At once I lost all of the instruments, excepting the actual
control of the plane in manual, meaning that the radar and all the
guidance systems were crippled, and I could see nothing. Not knowing
what to do, and not being able to radio for help, I pulled down and
slowed until I was just barely remaining airborne, and began looking for
an island to land on.
Once below 200 feet, the clouds gave way and I saw an island. I aimed
for it and slowed more, preparing to land on it. I did, though just
barely, for it was extremely small, being one of those inconsistent
volcanic islands. Getting out of the plane, I was greeted by a strong
blast of wind that was dripping water from its cold grip, and I was
instantly chilled to the bone.
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