The mainland was in sight........and ole Bertha was floundering....
The starboard engine cut out about twenty minutes ago.....and the port propeller had been stopping and starting for the past ten.
"We ought to start thinking about some sort of emergency procedure.....I think the plane does not has much air time left" Priest announced.
"Well......I sure am glad we brought a genius along.” Dirk remarked as he lit a Lucky Strike he procured from the pilot.
Grimm placed his hand on the pilot’s shoulder. “Did you have some sort of plan in mind?”
“Yeah……I figured I’d try ta find somewhere away from trees or obstacles……if we make it that far…..and then attempt to land without killing us….”
Grimm stared at the man, as well as anyone without eyes could, and said “…..Yeah…..”
Just then the other engine sputtered and stopped… only the sound of the wind remained …everyone looked at each other.
The pilot flicked some switches, took off his headset (which, to the surprise of the group, instead of being a communications up link……It was playing Rock me like a Hurricane.”) and turned toward the attentive passengers.
“Gentlemen…we are now gliding.” The man behind the wheel said as he put his headphones back on, and returned his hands to the controls. “Lets see if I can get us back down……come on baby….Rock me like a Hurricane!!!”
“This is not exactly the flying I’m used to” Tayden said with a grimace.
“Look on the bright side” Dirk replied with a smile, “You’ll be back home before ya know it….”
