First Sights
The surface of the wing was slick, covered in patches of algae and rust. Every step required careful footing. “Watch your step,” Rick called out, glancing back at Marc. The eerie silence of the ocean surrounded them, broken only by the occasional creak of the plane. “It feels like this thing is holding its breath,” Marc muttered, gripping the edge of the fuselage for balance.
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