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[OwlLover]

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[Fierlin1182]

(Sorry.

Different storyline)

One year earlier
GlideCorp was bustling with workers, and the oil refinery was humming healthily. The island was not very large, but it had enough space to safely produce enough jet fuel for UAL's use. A huge pipe ran under the sea bed to the mainland USA, which was used to transport the fuel to HQ where it was disguised with false papers as legitimately purchased fuel.
Sheila Smith had hatched the plan with a few of her best corporate staff members, and so far it had worked perfectly. Production was steady, nobody even knew the island existed, and even if they found it, GlideCorp looked very much like a disused oil refinery. Sheila could shut everything down in minutes if anyone happened to find them.

Nobody would be able to find the real heart of GC: the crude stockpiles. Tried and tested, Sheila's partners hadn't even been able to locate them. Sheila intended to hand operations over to Brian Southton when she retired or got too old for these tricks. Brian was young and had a fantastic business mind.

He was someone she could trust.

She had her doubts, but for the time being... they would go unspoken. For UAL's sake.

 

[OwlLover]

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[Fierlin1182]

Stacey hit her head on something sharp.
She became aware of the sensation of feeling very wet, and very cold.
She opened her eyes, but they just stung and she was forced to squeeze them shut in agony again. She reached out, but could feel almost nothing.
Then she went underneath the surface and it all went black again.

Carson woke up clutching a torn piece of the plane's wing. He couldn't see Stacey anywhere, but at least his head was clear of the water.
"God, if this is heaven, I demand a refund," he spluttered out weakly.
He caught sight of the fuel lines nearby: they had come loose from the wreckage and had obviously been purposefully cut.
He drew in his breath at the sight of them. This couldn't have been an accident.
Stacey, I need to find Stacey. he thought.
He weakly started to fish around under the water, looking for something. His hand closed around a small hard object... their GPS. It was dead to the world and completely unusable.
That was when Carson looked around and saw nothing but water, calm water, for hundreds of miles in any direction. He put his head down on the wing and went to sleep.

 

[Amigo]

ray's two cents :

Stacey hit her head on something sharp.
She became aware of the sensation of feeling very wet, and very cold.
She opened her eyes, but they just stung and she was forced to squeeze them shut in agony again. She reached out, but could feel almost nothing.
Then she went underneath the surface and it all went black again.

Carson woke up clutching a torn piece of the plane's wing. He couldn't see Stacey anywhere, but at least his head was clear of the water.
"God, if this is heaven, I demand a refund," he spluttered out weakly.
He caught sight of the fuel lines nearby: they had come loose from the wreckage and had obviously been purposefully cut.
He drew in his breath at the sight of them. This couldn't have been an accident.
Stacey, I need to find Stacey. he thought.
He weakly started to fish around under the water, looking for something. His hand closed around a small hard object... their GPS. It was dead to the world and completely unusable.
That was when Carson looked around and saw nothing but water, calm water, for hundreds of miles in any direction. He put his head down on the wing and went to sleep.

And when he awoke, Jesus came and everything was fine.​

 

[Fierlin1182]

He ain't dead

Only one person dies in this story.

 

[Fierlin1182]

Stacey was draped over a rock of some sort when she hit her head. It hurt like all hell had broken loose, but at least she was awake and could clear the water for her lungs. After retching for a whole minute, she shakily pulled herself up to, what had now become clear.... dry land.

She wondered if anyone had been praying for her, because she hadn't even thought about a God when she was almost drowning: perhaps she should consider becoming religious...

Stacey was perched on a bank of rocks, whereabouts she had absolutely no clue, but she could hear someone shouting in the distance. So there were humans here at least. Was that English she heard?! Maybe there was a chance here!

And that's when she caught sight of something that had also washed up onto a nearby beach.
Something that was clearly severed fuel lines. They must have broken loose from the plane when they crashed.

"Holy crap," she snarled. "Someone's been meddlin' with that plane."
She bet it was Sheila Smith. Smith must have known about what was going on: somehow found the bugs and let them think they were winning, before striking when they were least expecting it.
I wouldn't expect any less from a cold-hearted ***** like that, Stacey thought in anger.
A thought hit her painfully waterclogged brain. Carson! Where was Carson?!

 

[Amigo]

Where's Carson?


Answer: Eating grubs in the middle of the island.........Until he finds out dinos live in this island. Then he runs for dear life after he saw a Velociraptor.

 

[Fierlin1182]

He's somewhere in the ocean... floating on a piece of metal... I don't know yet.

 

[Amigo]

ray's two cents :

He's somewhere in the ocean... floating on a piece of metal... I don't know yet.

Oh.