Stuck
I woke up in a daze, the last thing I remember was flying over the Femington Archipelago and then bang. I moved my hand up to my forehead but it was pinned down with a huge piece of metal from the small charter plane my company hired for us to fly over to New Caledonia. I began to panic, being pinned down by the giant weight was hugely uncomfortable and I was never particularly comfortable with tight confined spaces. Not to mention the rumours of savages on these Islands did not make me feel...