London for Florida number 5-4 now boarding.

We picked up our bags and headed towards the boarding dock.

An old rustic plane shimmered in the distance. It felt as if we had just entered a parallel dimension. We stepped onto the runway and walked up to the small plane. I looked around as to see if anyone was. However, no one seemed to be looking up. It was almost as if the passengers were all zombies. We put all our luggage in the luggage holders at the top of the plane's roof. I sat down to make myself comfortable. As I sat there, I felt a slew of somnolent come over me. I dozed off into a much-needed sleep. I awoke to the screams of passengers reverberating throughout my eardrum like a teapot pitch.

I briefly looked over to see the terrified look on my son's face.

Being a parent, you should never see your child with such fear in his eyes. As I tried to comfort my son, I heard one of the luggage racks pop.

Ow! It hit my head and knocked me out.

...

I blinked my eyes open to a bright scene that seemed like paradise.

Am I dead? Why is my head pounding? Why aren't we in Florida?

I couldn't find anybody.

Hello?!

They quickly reacted to my voice.

Mom?!

Where are we?

They all shrugged in a dumbfounding gaze. We had crashed on an island and nothing of the plane was to be found.

I think we should all go to sleep and look for supplies tomorrow. I said

In the middle of the night, I had woken up from discomfort in my head.

A boat began to blare its horn.

I thought we were back in the city. Quickly realizing the situation, I yelled and waved my arms in a frantic gesture. I hoped for the boat crew to see us in distress.

As all else failed, the boat turned away. I had felt desperate. We were in the middle of the hinterland with no food, drinks, or beds. I forfeited back to the others and laid down once again.

The following morning, I woke up to the sun. It was beautiful as its sharp rays hit my pale skin. I had always wanted to travel to the beach, but never under these circumstances.

The rest of my family began waking up. As I reached down and let the sand run through my hand, a strong gust carried it all over the place.

Mom! Lawson shot up. Let's call it Johnson Island after dad.

That's not funny, sweets. Mommy doesn't belong to the dunes and saltwater.

Why don't you and dad try to find some supplies and maybe some food?

Alright, fine, but the first King crab is mine!

Lily, come with me so we can see if there are any survivors.

Mom, is that such a good idea for us to all be separated?

Yes, why wouldn't it be? What's there to fear? The Babadook?

Har har, but seriously. Let's find that plane already.