It was a quiet night in the Caribbean as a plane was crossing the Atlantic Ocean carrying a group of young students from a dangerous situation involving war. Then, suddenly, Boom! One of the plane's wings was on fire. Everyone on the plane was screaming for their lives. The plane's wing steadily deteriorated as the pilot reminded everyone to stay calm and prepare for the emergency landing. At that time people were saying their last prayers. The terrain was closing in on them at an incredible speed. People were screaming at the top of their lungs. After increasing its speed even more until it reached a fiery flying piece of metal, the plane crashed into a cotton-ball-shaped tree on the edge of a cliff. He caught them as if he were a catcher catching a baseball thrown by a pitcher with a soft, leathery glove. However, even the soft tree failed to fully absorb the impact of the plane. I woke up the next day on the plane and found blood here and there and a huge hole in the back of the plane; dividing it in two. Everyone on that half of the plane had flown to the front upon contact, except Lance. It was no where to be found. Kevin, however, appeared to have lost all of his clothing upon impact. He used a hoodie to cover his nakedness from awake passengers. The island looked like a postcard from Hawaii. It had what appeared to be a dormant volcano centered on the island. Palm trees were scattered on the beach. As more and more people began to wake up (some thought they had died and gone to heaven), they (along with me) began to notice several things. The first was the magnificent red and purple colored flowers. The second was the reality of being stranded on an island. The... middle of the paper... discussing all the possible ways to escape the island and get rid of the tiger. “First of all, I think we should try to use that radio to contact people back home.” I tell everyone. “But what if no one cares about us? As we speak they are engaged in a cruel and bloody war,” Alison says, depressing everyone and narrowing our thoughts on a possible rescue plane.” Kevin assures us that we will be saved. While everyone in the plane continues to talk, I go to the cockpit and fiddle with the radio. It took me a good 15 minutes to figure out what all the buttons do channel to another, I never found one that anyone used to communicate. Then, Kevin comes in. “Try talking on every station, maybe someone will hear you. I say the name of our plane and that we are Americans..