Deadly Trap at Sea: The Pilots Were Unarmed Until They Turned Their Plane into a Revenge Machine

The Desperate Gamble

Noah’s fingers hovered over the throttle. The pirate outside was now smashing a heavy object against the glass.

CRACK. A spiderweb of fractures appeared on the window. Any second, the cockpit would be compromised.

It’s now or never. If it doesn’t turn over, we’re hostages. Or worse.He smelled the faint scent of aviation fuel. He smelled the salt air. He felt the vibration of the pirates jumping onto the wings.

“Jamie, hold onto the seat. Tight,” Noah commanded. His hand gripped the starter switch until his knuckles turned white.He didn’t just want to start it. He wanted to prime the fuel injectors to the absolute limit.

The pirates were laughing now, thinking the “bird” was trapped. Noah pressed the button. Cough. Sputter. ROAR.