Knight Industries Helicopter, Indian Ocean, 2008.
Kitt's knuckles were white on the armrest in the helicopter, and though he was sitting to one side, he steadfastly did not look out the window. Helicopters were nominally better than planes, but that didn't mean it had any chance of being pleasant at all. Far from pleasant. He was still sure that in this second, or the next, or the one after, the whole thing would simply... drop into the ocean and that would be the end of them.
Why couldn't the carrier have been berthed? Why?
He clenched his teeth and strained to keep his composure. On the way back, at least, he wouldn't have to deal with this. He'd be able to sleep through the way back. And he'd be on a ship. He could handle ships. He just hated flying.
Bonnie was doing better than he was. For a few moments, he envied her, and then he was back to being terrified again. Any moment now... Splash.
Why couldn't the carrier have been berthed? Why?
He clenched his teeth and strained to keep his composure. On the way back, at least, he wouldn't have to deal with this. He'd be able to sleep through the way back. And he'd be on a ship. He could handle ships. He just hated flying.
Bonnie was doing better than he was. For a few moments, he envied her, and then he was back to being terrified again. Any moment now... Splash.