(OOC: Well, here I come!)
December 5th, 1945, The Atlantic Ocean
Midday, out in the Atlantic Ocean off the coast of Florida. 5 TBM Avenger Torpedo Bombers are on an ordinary training mission. Flight 19 was on a final practice run before being sent into action. The leader of the formation had lead them far off course, They were about to be lost forever.
They flew into the Bermuda Triangle. One of the pilots radioed into the leader. "Are you sure we're going the right way? These islands don't look familiar." The leader replied "I"m sure were we'll find the base soon. My compass is broken, But I can still get us home." A pilot on another plane chimed in "It shouldn't have taken this long. We only fueled up enough for the trip. We may have to bail soon."
Just then, a great bright light drowned out the formation. Everyone was momentarily blinded by the Blue light.
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Prehistoric Times. Several years before the other humans came.
One of the pilots looked out his window, and was surprised by what he saw. "My God! Where are we?" This pilot's fuel had run out. He was too busy staring in awe at the alien landscape to notice. It wasn't until he saw this strange land closing in on him fast, when he realized what was going on. He yelled into the radio "I'm going down!". Seconds later he crashed.
Hours later, he woke up. He was still sitting in the cockpit of the plane. He rubbed his aching forehead. "What happened?". He unstrapped and climbed out of the plane. When he saw the terrain around him, He was confused. "Where am I? Actually, where was I? I can't seem to remember what I was doing." He looked back at his wrecked plane. "Why was I in there? What was I doing?"
He had no time to question. He went back into the plane, and grabed as much supplies as he could carry, and set out to start a camp site. There were many questions floating around in his head, and he didn't have answers to any of them. He had no time to think about it, though. His main concern was for survival.
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Littlefoot: "Look, Chomper. You're uncle is dead, and it's just right for your friends to be there for you. You'd be there if someone we know died, right?"
Chomper: "Well, sure I would!"
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