A Tale of Espionage

Okay, second try. I was latched onto the wing of one of the planes carrying guests into Hawaii. I peeked into a window to look at the guests. Oh, such a delicious assortment of OCs… I think. I don’t actually recognize any of them, but it would be sooooo much fun to try!

Okay so back on task, we were getting pretty close to the island the wedding was on, so it was now or never. I jumped off of the plane, hugging my back-pack tightly to my chest. After a few minutes I realized this and moved it to my back, where it was meant to be, and removed the obstruction there complicating the maneuver. I was getting pretty close to the sea now, and pull the string for my parachute.

You know how in cartoons and jokes someone pulls the string to their parachute and a bunch of junk falls out? That doesn’t actually happen. What it does is tighten that loop on your back-pack enough to blind you with pain, depending on how scared you are when pulling. I didn’t even have time to consider my wings before crashing into the shark infested ocean.