The 223 foot long, 278 ton Boeing 787 came in low over the choppy waves in the Atlantic Ocean. Captain Don Lithway had been flying commercial aircraft for thirty-three years and his Co-pilot Commander Per Lindberg had twenty two years to his credit. They were an experienced crew, but tired nonetheless. The two veteran pilots pulled with all their might on their yolks to keep the starboard wing up in the air. At two hundred feet off the water, Capatin Lithway, decided to shut down the port engine and did so. It helped to take the pressure off the aircraft's desire to flip to the right, but now he needed full flaps. The two pilots engaged the flaps and the nose began to lift. To the passengers, it may have felt like they were gaining altitude. All the flaps did was slow the aircraft down and aid it in hitting the water on its belly, rather than plunging nose first into the water.<br/><br/>At exactly 0242 hours Greenwich Mean Time Flight 2088's tail hit the water, dropping in as the rest of the lower fuselage slammed into the surface of the Atlantic Ocean. The rapid descent and the impact of the water on the fuselage forced the nose of the aircraft to drive under the six foot swells. For a brief period, maybe twenty or thirty seconds, the aircraft plunged underwater. The buoyancy of the cabin pressure forced the vessel to pop back up and then tuck its nose back into the water. On the initial impact, the force of the waves, knocked one section of the flight deck windshield out. Within seconds, the flight deck was filled wtih 13 degree (Celsius) water. The door behind the three men trapped inside was locked. Their seatbelts fastened and unable to open them fast enough. They were too large to fit through the hole where the windshield once stood. Captain Lithway and Commander Lindberg would never fly again, nor would the navigator/engineer in the cabin with them.<br/><br/>Several of the passengers were not in their seats and tossed about the interior of the cabin, like rag dolls. Many of them would die before anyone else. Objects were propelled throughout the cabin due to the impact, penetrating flesh for both first class and economy class passengers. It would take several seconds before the aircraft stopped its forward momentum and several minutes before the cabin filled up with water.<br/><br/>Hamza checked himself. He felt fine. 23K had cutlery protruding from his forehead and his son, "Anthony" was also in rough shape with half his head missing. Something large had passed through the seat taking out the passenger in front of and behind Anthony as well. Hamza unfastened his oxygen mask and removed his seatbelt. He stood and grasped at the seat he was sitting on. With only a little difficulty, he removed the seat cushion and then pulled his carryon out of the overhead compartment, which he wrapped around his shoulder.<br/><br/>By the time he made it to the doorway in First Class, he found most of the passengers were either dead or about to die. Only a select handful were still alive and many of them were injured. A few people were screaming and a child's cries could be heard. A blonde haired stewardess unlocked the starboard door, opened it and watched as the ramp inflated rapidly. She helped several passengers jump into the hastily inflated ramp/raft as well as Hamza bin Ahmadi Al Enezi, Reporter for the Islamic Republic News Agency (IRNA) who did freelance work for Al Jezeera and Special Operations soldier for Iran's Sepah or Quds Force.<br/><br/>Only a handful of passengers were alive and well enough to get onto the raft. It would be another seven minutes later, that the fuselage of the Boeing 787 succumbed to the water and dove like a submarine straight for the ~4500 foot depths at the north end of the Porcupine Plain. Then silence fell over the passengers. The Air was relatively warm and fortunately for the raft, no one was in the water. But, no one knew where they were and any hopes of anyone picking up the aircraft's GPS transponder were heading to the bottom of the ocean.