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Going Down

I clung to Theodore as the plane jolted.  The yellow man cracked jokes at the clear terror on my face, but I saw a glint of fear in his goggle covered eyes.  The fear was much more apparent in the big man, he looked around worriedly and his huge hands gripped the seat tightly.  The duck yelled up to the front of the plane angrily, almost annoyed.
"What kind of pilot are you, what's happening up there? Are you taking a nap or something?"
The pilot looked back at us, an orange cat in a stylish hat, and spoke to us in an attractive and soothing accent.
"Everyone stay calm.  Something's happening with the engine but we'll be fine."
He seemed to be doing something with the control panel.  His practiced paws floated over the buttons and flipped switches and keys.  Soon the plane steadied itself. 
"That should be fine for now," he called out from the front, "we'll have to wait for some repairs when we get there but the plane should get us out to the jungle."
We flew comfortably for the next half hour before the shaking started again.  The pilot looked confused and the worried look on his face made my nerves even worse.  This was my worst nightmare.  It was exactly what I feared happening every time I set foot on a plane, which was rarely. 
Theodore must have noticed my hands were shaking because he put a furry arm around my should and pulled me close to him.  It should have been comforting, but the kind gesture just made me feel worse.  My stomach dropped every time the plane moves.  The violent shudders made a loud noise in the plane and now everyone looked scared, except the well dressed duck, who looked furious.
After a few moments of us panicking and the pilot looking frantic and trying to steady the plane, he turned back to face us and said, "I hate to have to tell you this but I don't think the plane is gonna make it.  We'll have to jump."
A chill ran down my spine
"What?!"
"Oh don't be so tense sparky," the yellow man said, or rather shouted over the sounds of the failing plane, "it's better than going down with it."
"I don't know if that was meant to make me feel better, but if it was it's not working!"
The pilot was now in the back of the plane with us.
"Here," he said, pulling parachutes from under the seats, "take one, each of you."
"There's only five packs here," the duck said with crossed arms, "there are six of us."
"Well Theodore is just a little chipmunk," I spoke up, catching the ducks attention for the first time since I saw him, "someone could put him in their pocket."
"Not a half bad idea, whatever your name is," I furrowed my eyebrows but his attention was already turned away from me, "you there, big fellow, he can go in your pocket." He poked at the man's overalls and his huge fists clenched.  He glared at the duck but let out a quiet, "fine"

I struggled to put my parachute on with my nerves making my hands shaky and clammy.  With no delay, the pilot expertly put it on for me with not so much as a word.  He was quick and confident, and the serious look on his face as he helped the other passengers into their respective parachutes or pockets made my heart flutter out of something other than fear.  He pulled open the door and the wind hit me.  I could barely manage to look out
"B-b-but, we're over the ocean!"
"See that island over there," the pilot said, pointing to a lush land mass not too far away, "we're close enough to be able to swim over."
"Why can't we fly over?!"
"The plane is gonna come down too hard, it's not safe, we have to go now.  Come on every one, one at a time, you first," he said pointing at the big man, who had buttoned the pocket Theodore was in.  I watched him silently slip out of the plane with Theodore in his pocket, I hoped he would be ok.
Next the duck stepped up, and put his book and watch carefully into a small plastic bag before stepping out of the plane.
The yellow man stepped up to the door but turned around and winked at me before jumping out backwards.
I was frozen.
"Come on," the pilot said, "you've got to go."
I shook my head violently.
"You go first, I'll be right behind you, promise."
He took my hand in his warm paw.
"We'll go together."
And then we were flying down towards the ocean.