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“Don’t worry, kid, we made it through Mirkle Pass, we can make it through this,” you say confidently despite the knot in your stomach. Leaning forwards in your seat, you tighten your grasp on the steering yoke. Beads of cold sweat form on your brow. “You hope,” Kit replies softly. The boy clutches the armrests of the navigator’s seat and remembers that you got amnesia due to a slip up in Mirkle Pass, a fact that you forgot. A huge mountain looms out of the fog. You dodge left. “Watch it!” Kit screams as another mountain appears. You swerve right. You pull sharply up to avoid a small spur. You dive down through a natural tunnel through a mountain, barrel rolling all the way. At the end of the tunnel, you splash through a giant waterfall. “Free plane wash.” Your jaunty chuckle is tinged with nervousness. Kit flicks on the windshield wipers. Things are going smoothly. You are almost out of the Rock ‘n Roll Mountains and the fog is lifting. Your fingers relax their vice-like grip on the steering yoke, when, unexpectedly, you misgauge a distance and the starboard wing grazes a mountainside. The Sea Duck begins a downward spiral, a.k.a tailspin. A snowy plateau in the middle of two gigantic mountains flashes below you. It’s your only chance of survival! Using all of your strength, you land the plane in the deep, soft snow. The seaplane slides for a few hundred feet until it comes to a complete stop. Turning off the engines, you say, “Some ride, huh, kid?” “Yeah,” Kit murmurs, peeling his fingers from the armrests. You hop out of the plane into fluffy snow up to your waist. Making a circuit of your ‘baby’ you realize that there is no way that you can take off in snow that deep. Your plane is just too heavy. You... |