Soon enough, they were in the air, flying quite smoothly for such a plane, (out of shape as it was), and nearing the island.
'The whole place seems to be deserted,' Skye thought, observing the overgrown, overrun-by-a-forest island.
"Where's the hotel?" she inquired, turning to Koko. Koko turned around, momentarily distracted by her question.
"What did you say?" he asked loudly, over the booming roar of the engine.
"I said, 'Where's the hotel'?" Syke repeated. No one was looking ahead.
"Oh," Koko said, finally turning back to the window. "It should be about-"
Suddenly there were several piercing cries, and thudding sounds that bounced the plane all over. Koko scrambled over to the back window. Several large cranes were flying away from the plane, but the rest had still not surpassed the aircraft. There was a creaking noise, more bird cries, the feeling of something being pulled away from the floor, and the lack of birds. They'd done their bit for Skye!
"Now what?" she asked Koko.
"I think they killed our engine," Koko winced. He looked out, and sure enough, it was falling for the water. "Get the old rafts out of the closet," he instructed her. "Blow one up."
"I can't!" she exclaimed. Suddenly she began to feel the plane go down. Skye squealed.
"Skye," a voice said- a man's, but not Koko's. It sounded so much like her husband had sounded! "You'll make it through this, I promise," he continued. Skye was in so much shock, she handed the raft to Koko!
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