• A loud siren was heard throughout the sky. John stopped and listened. It was giving out a warning. The sound of bullets ripping metal apart frightened John.
    He dashed for the anti-air gun while dodging the bullets that rained upon him. Other sailors were already shooting. Russian planes roamed the sky and sending down the
    gift of death. Many sailors shot in desperation of survival and victory. Many were to slow and inaccurate. Pretty soon they were dead. Like a falcon, a Russian jet swooped
    down and cut 5 sailors into half. John turned to see and was face to face with death. Many sailors were crawling, moaning, and shouting as if they were starving for days.
    Then, it came. The Russian plane swooped down once again and was heading for John. Shocked, John stared at the tip of the Russian plane that would instantly kill him or baldy injure him. All of a sudden, John got an idea. He fell on the floor, facing up.
    John waited until the plane passed. As soon as it did, John shot his pistol that he had in his pocket. John shot the bottom part of the plane thus damaging the wires.
    The Russian plane soon spiraled and crashed into another Russian plane. John stood up and walked inside the Captain's room. "Captain! Captain! Sir!" John hollered in
    desperation. The air was rattled with the screaming of bullets and the orders of the sailors. "Uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh....." John heard the moan and started searching the room
    The moan got louder when John approached the tipped over desk. Quickly, John flipped over the desk and found the captain laying on the ground.