“You know you are going to an island full of lesbians.” Bette pulls Tina away from her sight seeing.

“My friends are all gay. I’m just going to relax and unwind.”

“So you never dipped into the pools of heaven?”

“The pools of heaven?” Tina shakes her head smiling, her eyebrows raised “No, never been interested.” She declares.

“Until now.” Bette gives her a brilliant smile.

“What? What do you mean?” Tina squirms in her seat, her face becoming hot.

“I see the way you look at me. I must say you have excellent taste and I’m a very good first time.”

“Pffft. I am NOT interested and if I were, I would NEVER sleep with you. You’re an arrogant ass.”

“You find me charming.”

“I think you’re an ass.”

“You like my ass.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“No, but you were thinking it.”

“So you’re a mind reader too?”

“I can read yours.”

“What am I thinking now?”

“That you want to kiss me.”

“Hardly”

“Get naked with me?”

“Why?”

“Fuck!”

“Never.”

“No, I mean, we’re fucked!”

Bette’s eyes dart to each of the indicators. The sole propeller starts to splutter before dying out altogether. Bette frowns as the power completely shuts down. The lights go out in the cabin and all the indicators fall fast to one side. She can feel the weight of the plane in the controls. She pulls up in an attempt to glide the plane down safely.

“Can you swim?”

“Yes. But I don’t want to.” Tina’s eyes fill with fear. Her heart starts pounding in her chest. She looks for something to hang on to.

“Underneath your seat is a life jacket. Put it on!”

Tina reaches under and pulls it out. She unhooks her seatbelt and slips the life jacket over her head, tying the strings as quickly as possible. She puts her seatbelt back on.

“What about you?” Tina asks, genuinely concerned.

“May not need it after all, look!”

Tina’s eyes peer over the dash. She sees a beach in the distance. The white sands and waving palm trees are a sight for sore eyes. She holds her breath in hope and prayer. They are still so far away. The plane tilts from side to side as it inevitably begins its slow and threatening descent. She can see the ocean raising itself up to her, to greet her, to devour her, to swallow her whole. She looks away quickly and latches her eyes onto Bette. One hand reaches for her, gripping the hem of her shirt.

“Shit! Come on, baby, we can make it!” Bette’s muscles flex as she uses all her strength to keep the plane level, her knuckles white in their effort, sweat starting to drip from under her hat. Her heart is thumping in her chest. In a final surge of energy, she pulls up the nose just before the tips of the pontoons hit the water. The cabin fills with screams as the plane slaps hard onto the ocean surface, both women bounce in their seat. Fortunately for the passengers there is enough momentum that the plane hits the sand but with an unfortunate violent stop.