The Navy Pulled a Plane From the Pacific, But the Voices Inside Were Still Screaming

THE PILOT’S FINAL MESSAGE

The voice on the tape explained the impossible.

A violent storm had crippled the engines. Vance had ditched the plane in the ocean.

“The plane is sinking,” the voice continued. “But we have the rafts. We are heading for the coordinates 7°S 152°E.”

“If you find this, we are already on the island.”

Captain Miller didn’t hesitate. He entered the coordinates into the navigation system.

They sailed toward a patch of the Pacific that every map labeled “Empty.”

Suddenly, a mist-shrouded island appeared on the horizon, jagged and green.

As the shore grew closer, Rick pointed toward the beach.

“Someone’s there,” he whispered. “And they’re waiting for us.”