The plane ride had been relaxing at first, the ice cold beer in his hand certainly helping things. It helped Jared to put his mind at ease about the smallness of the plane compared to the aircraft that he usually flew on. Noticing the other passenger fall into a light nap, Jared passed the time with some idle chitchat with the pilot, as well as flipping through a medical journal that he had brought with him.<br/><br/>The dark clouds that he'd seen on the ground were even more apparent as the flight continued, and quickly they were engulfed in almost complete blackness. The interior was lit up by large flashes of lightning, some so close that he could feel his hair start to stand up from the electricity. The pilot's call not to panic made Jared laugh a little hysterically, his arms gripping the armrests tightly enough to make his knuckles turn white.<strong>"Kind of hard to remain perfectly calm when it seems we're about to be engulfed in lightning!"</strong>he yelled up to the pilot, but not sure whether he could be heard over the roar of the storm.<br/><br/>His stomach practically leaped into his mouth as the plane took a sudden drop before leveling out, then jumped up again as another drop overtook them. Before he realized what was going on, loud scrapes and scratches could be heard on the bottom of the plane, and the tops of trees could be seen outside the window.<strong>"Oh fuck...."</strong>Jared muttered, just before an even louder crash emanated from directly behind him. Turning his head, Jared caught a momentary glimpse of open sea and a large expanse of trees. His view was interrupted by his seat tearing from the plane and falling backwards out of the hole, taking him and the bag he carried on his lap with him.<br/><br/>Jared had no time to think, no time to wonder who would mourn his death. The massive palm fronds broke the descent of his chair, slowing it just enough so that when he did hit the ground, the chair padding prevented him from any broken bones. Bruises however, well those he had in plenty. Slowly opening his eyes, he was amazed to see that he was still alive, and a few movements of his arms and legs showed that nothing was broken. The belt release of the chair took a few minutes to unjam, but he was finally able to pull himself to his feet, looking around at the island wilderness around him.<br/><br/><strong>"Well shit. Isn't this just my luck..."</strong>he muttered, gently rubbing the back of his head where a solid bump was forming. He had no idea what had happened to the others on the plane, and could only surmise that they'd died in the crash that the plane was surely heading towards. Which meant that he would be all alone here. Just him and the island.<strong>"Talk about fucking Robinson Crusoe...</strong>he said quietly to himself. He had one bag still with him, which was something at least. He couldn't remember exactly what he'd packed, but hopefully it'd be of some use while stranded here. Noticing a small area of rocky hills to his left, Jared decided to head off in that direction, hoping to maybe find a small cave that could be used as shelter in case another storm blew through.