Jack ran straight towards the ship’s wheel, petrified as he looked forward. The sky ship was heading straight towards the jagged mountains that possessed the ruins of perished sky ships from previous dragon encounters. He could hear the roars of the dragons echoing around the mountains like ghostly shrieks. This is when he knew he had to alter the direction of their fate. Jack looked around and saw a clearing in a forest that looked like long grass. He could see the notorious Red River, famous for it’s red colour that resembled the blood from souls of those that had died on the island. He turned the wheel as heavily as he could towards the clearing. Instantly, the sky ship abruptly flew towards the clearing leaving the dragon behind. Jamie and Captain Prescott were holding onto the balloon by the ends of their fingernails as the sky ship whistled and fizzled as the balloon lost air. The cold air from the fast descent tingled Jack’s nose and fingers.

CRASH!!

The sky ship hit the ground.

There was silence.

Jack opened his eyes. He could feel a gentle breeze on his face. The storm had gone and in the orange sky he could see five massive planets, two moons and the sun setting in the distance. He pinched himself to make sure he was still alive. He clambered to the stern of the ship and peered over the side. The blades of grass were actual blades, sharp enough to slice you in half with a simple touch. He felt something grab his shoulder. He turned around hoping it was not some mythical creature about to eat his flesh. “You alright lad?” asked Captain Prescott. “A fine landing there bro!” said a thankful Jamie.