Overboard

“This plane is ours now!” I heard a voice yell, and I looked around to see who had spoken.

It was two people who had bombs strapped to them, and one of them was carrying a big red button.

“What does that button do?” one person asked, and one of the attackers explained that it would drop nukes all over the world and kill everyone.

“Why are you bothering to capture this plane, then?” another person asked skeptically, “Why not just unleash the nukes and be done with it?”

“I don’t know why we would want to encourage such a thing.” I said unhappily, “But I do doubt that that button can do as they say it can…”

“Shut up!” one of the bombers screamed, but it didn’t succeed in shutting everyone up.

“What does that button actually do?” one person demanded, “And are those even really bombs stepped to you?!? This is all really strange!…”

Then, a man whose face was blocked by the shadow of a tophat that he was wearing said, “Of course they’re faking!” and he and the two people with the button and “bombs” dashed through a door!

We weren’t able to get through the door after them (which must’ve meant that they’d locked it), but the pilot of the plane suddenly informed us all that she’d just seen 3 people parachuting in the sky, and we all figured that it had to have been them.

One lady pointed near the door, and said, “Look! They left the button behind!”

Then, some teen who had an evil grin on his face said, “Let’s test it out!” and he immediately pressed the button.

“Noooooooooo!” many of us yelled, but it was too late.

Nothing seemed to be happening, and so I figured that maybe the button didn’t actually do anything.

The kid who’d pressed the button then realized that everyone was angry at him, and said, “Hold your horses!, guys. If nothing happens, do you really want to get revenge against me for having pressed a meaningless button?”

Everyone agreed to wait and see what the button might’ve done (or not done), and we anxiously waited for this flight from hell to end.

“Ummmmm, guys…” the pilot said, “There’s only water beneath us, and there should be land!”

“Whaaaaa????” I thought. That was the opposite of what the button was supposedly wired to do. What was going on????

After many hours of traveling, the pilot informed us for the 56th time that there was still only water beneath us. What was going on?!?!?!?

“I’m going to have to land soon.” the pilot said, “Luckily, this plane can also function as a seafaring ship, and so we’ll be able to land on the water and travel around by paddling and whatnot. Not all planes have that capability, but this one does because it sometimes travels such long distances and could run out of fuel while still above water if there was a gas leak or something.”

Soon, we’d landed on the sea, and I was not at all happy about it!

I’d been on my way to spend Thanksgiving with my family!, and now I was stuck on this stupid planeship?!!?

Then, I heard a voice say, “Time for button-presser over here to walk the plank!” and a lot of people angrily cheered and agreed with him.

I watched as the teen gazed fearfully at the mob who was approaching him, and I decided that I couldn’t just stand by and let the mob drown him…

“Wait!” I yelled!, “What if I and the kid leave here on whatever floating thing in this plane we can find? I can’t just let you kill him!”

A couple of women who appeared to be friends with each other agreed with me, and both said that they’d go too.

“No!!!” screamed someone, “He goes into the water now!” and I heard the sound of a struggle and a splash!

I and the two women immediately jumped overboard after him, and we swam over to where he was treading water.

The pilot of the plane yelled down to us, “Here! Take this small raft! You won’t last long though! It was nice knowin’ ya!” and the four of us climbed onto the raft once she’d slid it onto the water for us.

Some of the passengers complained that it was necessary to make sure that the button-presser died, but the others managed to convince them that death would be coming to the button-presser pretty soon anyway, and so there was no need to hasten it.

As the planeship paddled away, the two women and I asked the kid why he’d pressed the button.

“Because I hate the world.” he responded.

The three of us just gawked at him, and didn’t really have much more to say after that.

Then, he added, “I didn’t actually think it’d do anything though. Those people who left it on the plane just seemed like a few trolls. If I’d have known that this was going to happen, then I wouldn’t have pressed it, I guess.”

“Do you actually hate the world?” one of the women asked, to which he responded, “Yes. It’s probably best that water appears to have wiped everyone out, tbh.”

“But you wouldn’t have pressed the button if you’d have known what was going to happen?” the second woman questioned.

“Nope. I don’t really wanna be a consequential person.” he responded, boredly, “I guess that that ship’s sailed though, hasn’t it?”

“It sure seems so…” I said in confusion, “Although I still have no idea what in the hell! is going on…”