Project Sorna

Six

                         The plane was sent by Robin's step-mother in Boston, Massachusetts. The plane was decorated with bright yellow highlights at the wing-tips and nose area where a propeller spun heavily. The tail was all green, with the rest being white and shiny against the sun above the long coastline of sand.  

                          Floats replaced the wheels of the plane and it landed nicely on the water. Robin double checked her luggage and almost forgot that her sunglasses were on her face.

                          Robin grimaced behind the dark lenses as she felt them. False alarm.

                          "ROBIN!" said someone. It was difficult to hear over the blurring of propellers. Instead, Robin turned from the plane to see her dad. Maybe it was only a last farewell, she thought.

                           Lester Prestley came up and put his arms around Robin as the airplane drifted up to the dock. Robin didn't waste the moment to share the moment to hug her father back like all those times where it was just right. Another boyish figure beyond the dock told Robin's presence that her brother was eerily watching as she left from the distance. And it didn't suit the women as much as she had liked it.

                           "Have a great time at Sorna, Robin. Stick to your studies and be a good girl, now."

                           "Trust me." Robin reversed a few steps to the plane. "It'll only be the six days you won't see me."

                            Then, she was onto the plane not even a minute later.

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                            (Robin's POV)

                             43 miles definitely took boredom to a whole new level. Halfway, I already put pen to paper and wrote a clean journal entry of probably...30 to 80 words. At least. I wrote a lot of the basic things in my journal, there really wasn't a lot in there to show to anybody in particular. Just that I was relaxed in one of those superb Cessna172 airplanes, with the pilot monitoring my seatbelt like any other 'professional' in aircraft control. I jotted brief notes on what the world looks like from the teensy window I am lucky to be accompanied onboard.  Another minor thing I added was that I was excited and jittery at the same time. I did have to consider my jerky brother, RJ once in a while. Even when he says stuff that I don't consider so important or in this case, maybe vital. He's a good type of brother. And that was the truth. I even wrote how I should be acknowledging his advice. 

                               But I was doing this for another big reason. A reason that my family barely knows about...this trip is suppose to chance my life. It needs to at this point. I need to restart the pieces of my life...I've wasted the last three years in the most disgraceful way I remember. Around experiments and.....

                               I was about to go into deep thoughts. Then the pilot talked over the engine noise.

                              The words didn't clear up immediately. I looked from the window to the pilot and did not notice the body of land from below. 

                              "OH--I'm sorry!" I shook my head. "I didn't hear you so good, what was it?!"

                              "I'd say this is the island, we are directly over Sorna to me if you have a different opinion." the pilot chimed, reading a gadget on the control panel directly. 

                              I craned my head out the window. There was a mountain with steep rocks messing with the view firstly, then I checked the forest below. This had to be Isla Sorna alright, where else would there be bellowing Pteranodons? 

                               "Lady!" said the pilot. "Mind if I dropped you off instead?"

                               "What...what do you mean?" I was still staring at the island mass. A stegosaur ran from the forest. I watched as the hunting Allosaurus followed briskly.

                               The prey-and-predator relationship I observed of in my younger years.

                               "Well. I'm basically asking if you jump from here. The Pteranodons are a far distance from flying over here. Take the parachute." he said.

                               That was when I paid close attention to him. I didn't think he was really serious!  At this height--take a jump down to the ground? Was this really the only way down? I wanted to refuse so badly, but why argue when the trip down is only two minutes worth of my time? It was would be nicer to comply than argue. 

                               "O-K." I said. And I said it reluctantly. I didn't like this. 

                               With that, I made room in my backpack for my Dell, my precious journal, and there was a pocket to hold my Samsung on the go. I affirmed the pilot and good rest of the day. Then I retrieved the parachute and, after being well suited, made the jump with my stomach lurched and prepared to vomit all the food and beverage I got down at breakfast.

                               The air was hot. The view was spectacular. The bugs were not so tasty.