"I Was An Airplane Pilot For Thirty Years" Creepypasta

there's a good reason that most of the goings-on in the pointy end of the airplane are so seemingly shrouded in mystery firstly in the rare event that a catastrophic failure occurs there's usually no upside and many people now yes your safety may be marginally impacted overall and let's simply put informing the nice folks in the back we lost one of her hydraulic systems and are just a few faulty valves from being uncontrollable and doesn't seem to inspire the calmness we generally aspire to or at least in my experience and secondly and more apt in this account it's because sometimes those goings ons are so inexplicable and then a prudent pilot may be wisely to pretend nothing had happened at all unless he ends up flying a Prius for uber and so for most hermana not unlike myself until now it had only then because of the anomaly this medium before hits it and they choose to fold their way through the Careers with a veil and a stifled sense of terror about them a sense of common man would never notice but then a fellow aviator knows all too well it's the sight of cold on darting eyes across an empty horizon or a single bead of sweat forming at and otherwise unfurled brow it's not a drag terror never it's the sound of an overly calm announcement from the cab tena and after a spot of turbulence Nicola calculated nod between crew members and as they both look to one another to affirm they're really seeing huh whatever that is out there and an odd assault will be too and otherwise the discussion might end up on the cockpit voice recorder and this account lifts the veil so carefully placed over these phenomena so that maybe we might shed light on what's going on out there I for one would surely like to know and so I've just put my feet up in my dad after having returned from Hawaii which was my last trip in the business and the first duty that I prescribed myself my newfound retirement is to pour myself a large glass of my favorite brown color drink and to spell my proverbial guts out may 7th 1982 an emergency diversion - and the Azura's and for those who aren't aware the Azores are an archipelago about 800 miles west of Portugal throughout Aviation's brief history the islands have proven to be an invaluable fuel stop for aircraft hopping from the States to Europa as technology progressed and fuel endurance increased and these fuel stops are no longer necessary as contemporary jet aircraft could offer non-stop flights in the eighties any flights stopping over in the Azores was likely because of a fuel emergency that developed in route in late spring 1982 myself to a first officer and a captain known only to me that has Captain Ahab owing mostly to his considerable size were flying a Lockheed l-1011 tristar from Atlanta to Lisbon the evenings prior weather forecasts foretold dense fog the next morning and unsurprisingly him a thick solid blanket floated over the airport as we prepared the tristar for departure captain ahab ah furs incredible size it proved to be a nimble enough Aloha and moving effortlessly through the tristar's cramped cockpit his round below shoulders seemed almost offset as Balbus got the level of contrast at a char dominion of tone what I did not know that I had being in experienced it was a captain ahab was the most bit afforded captain and B'Elanna a which has simply put and then nobody wanted to fly with them up and after the freeze few minutes of preparations alongside Emma I had immediately discovered why the man was a Slava and after no longer than 10 minutes he had strewn his things across both sides of the cockpit and managed to get mayonnaise from a sandwich all over the radio controls needless to say I had heard he resigned myself to four days of torment and as we climbed through the gray soup and soared northeast Huerta much to my relief after a few hours of flying and quite a few snacks the man became pleasant an alpha we talked of our families and aspirations and meandering about through the usual getting to know each other and this process is delicate among pilots and for a young first officer it's not a like being launched in an elevator with your boss for days at a time it's a ritual almost and any crew member wholly uninterested in his crewmate is not lying for the profession Jeff Dunkirk who I later came to know Captain Ahab as it was the second generation immigrant from Scottish descent Hugh worked hard had a family and had absolutely no desire to end up at the bottom of the ocean due to a fuel leak in the number one angina unfortunately for us that was a circumstance that we found ourselves Anna and even more we hadn't discovered the leak until it was far too late to turn back towards Atlanta 11 minutes after I detected the leak the number one engine flamed Isleton and we began drifting downwards towards the icy blue mob below us find me affixed to Azure as captain Dunkirk SATA and it looks like you better make it snappy at about 110 heading we'll do it nada but we weren't going to make it and there are over 400 miles away the leak had been partially pernicious as it had gone so long undetected a Jets can be smart but all too often they are dama normally when one engine burns it leaks fuel more quickly than the others and fuel is automatically transferred across tanks to balance the aircraft in R k hasten the transfer pumps had been running for nearly the entire flight and dutifully balancing our aircraft and pumping our precious fuel overboard and I had realized his shortly after the engine at flamed out and had overwritten the automatic cross flow of the fuel and but it was too late number two and three engines flamed out only moments later pilots are cool and not in the new age Top Gun Hollywood kind of way but in the methodical fade accepting diligent kind of way you quickly learned that slow is smooth and smooth is fast you also learn that if you keep diligently working huh even in the face of certain doom it's a great way to procrastinate a complete mental breakdown huh it's exactly why you see such strange behavior during disasters and like that guy in Saving Private Ryan fixated on finding his arm huh we slowed to solemnly head to our best gliding speed and which would give us the farthest gliding distance without power neither one of us could work up the courage to make an announcement to the passengers cruising had 41,000 v8 and we were descending now at about 1,200 feet per minute that's about 34 minutes of a nearly quiet ride to the waves below and way too much time alone with thoughts about the finality of death and what if anything like lie beyond a-- so we didn't think like the private holding his arm and charging into battle and we both fastidiously scanned the horizon for a patch of dirt recalculated her time of impact and repaired the aircraft for an eventual dead china scan calculate scan calculate scan huh I must have scanned the horizon a thousand times and even convinced the captain to change course momentarily to scan the areas that we couldn't see and then descending through 10,000 feet with eight minutes and 18 seconds left to impact I saw the impossible a small island off a right flank squirting along a beautiful runway it was well within our gliding range with an appreciation for life only those who have faced certain unavoidable death have experienced we banked the triose tour towards the island and made a gliding approach that wasn't there before her captain Dunkirk sada I glanced towards something when I shook my head huh and must be this is or Astana I asked the captain chick asada he was right it wasn't the asuras as the Tristar grown to a halt on the runway and we expected to be greeted by emergency services in some semblance of a fire department he had we found nothing of the sort the captain instructed the flight attendants to keep the passengers as orderly as one could expect and then made an announcements informing everyone that everything was in order and that due to unforeseen circumstances and we simply needed more fuel so we might continue to our destination and then we waited the radio proved to be useless as none of our attempts to to navigational aid to communication frequencies worked after several unsuccessful hours I went about determining our position totally in for an embarrassing amount of time I arrived at my conclusion it was unmistakable ha about 47 degrees west that was about 300 or so miles from the azureus which was essentially the middle of the goddamn Oceania it couldn't be ripen it was I'm going to look for some wanna the captain said oh no he'll stay with the ship and I'll go I replied he nodded huh and with the Tristar on the pristine runway at my back I watch really seem like hours into our approach to huddle up small aircraft hangars and then I heard Atta and the squealing in Culina chimps hundreds of them fly to point him prodded at my clothes in gibbering wildly I laughed awestruck but that was only the beginning huh growing tired of being prodded I walked away when one chimp distinguished himself he was larger than the others he wore a tattered green shirt and darted in front of me as I turned from the crowd the other chimps quickly encircled us and I quickly realized that this must be a leader of sorts and listen pal and this looks fun at all and that I've got a lot of people waiting on me I said laughing as I spoke and then the chip nodded and pointed towards the tristar's a light on the horizon yeah there's a lot of us and we're he's stalking us we can get ahold of Salina the chimp pointed at himself yes and you do seem to be a someone huh and but I'm talking people like me and you see I said pointing towards myself and the chimps eyes narrowed and he suddenly clapped his hands together a smaller monkey world interviewer holding a green canteen labeled US Army he handed it to the leader carefully the largest chimp was screwed the lead and pointed towards the Tristar and then slowly dripped water onto the ground in front of Emma I'm not thirsty nice odd huh the chimp screamed and pointed in another direction ah there I could see the outlines of an aircraft behind a collection of small hats eventually he led me to a site that I couldn't believe a c-47 transport aircraft is straight out of World War two it lay motionless with engines deconstructed at its sides within the aircraft was cage after cage carefully loaded in its cargo area a faded manifest lay in the flight deck the Department of the army a zoological research transport as I pried my 47s pata another sporty fellow who carelessly hopped up into the seat beside me slapping a fader to crack to hula Barbara on the dash the chimp began wildly throwing the c-47s controls I'm pretending to fly and then I heard a clinking from behind me it was the leader alongside a solemn looking jab at their feet laid a collection of shattered dirty looking spark plugs and they were trying to repair the damn thing again but couldn't get it running because of the bad plugs I sat for a long while until the leader pulled me from the aircraft in towards the Hans the Hudson eventually gave way to a few larger concrete buildings one of them being labeled research laboratory a12 the thing and they wanted me to go inside huh I walked or data but the leader became agitated and pulled me away leading me towards the opposite end of the building as we crested the building's flank he came into view huh lo and behold huh a three thousand gallon have gas tanker a white star painted on its side huh apparently Uncle Sam had plans of coming and going huh I jumped in the tanker but I was quickly stopped by a chimp with whom I not been introduced and despite this he had no qualms about joining me who was in charge and insisted on driving at that rate who was that arguing and as we drove the tristar's hulking frame grew closer on the horizon him and before long the fuel tanker the leader and a few of his companions were situated under our Jets wagon and I motioned for them to wait and just as I turned towards the cabin door I heard up huh what the hell is this captain Dunkirk said as he climbed down the aircraft but there is no explanation huh not really here there was the objective truth of what was happening huh and there was all we had to know about the world previously crashing down around our ears this happened several times during my airline career and each time was just as giant as last after the shock of what I had Sienna the captain went back to the flight deck and ordered the attendants to ensure all the side windows of the aircraft were closed nobody was to see half a dozen champs and gravity feeding forty-year-old add gas into the wings of our Tristar boy and that would have been a great Polaroid huh as the last of the remaining fuel drained from the tank the gravity of the situation struck me and the smaller monkey who had before shown such delights and manipulate in the c-47s controls and sling his arm over the leader and while the other chimp salt in the fueler and they had given us the last of the fuel and despite their defunct spark plugs until this momentum and they had obviously retained some they had obviously retained some small modicum of hope that they might escape this island I pinch myself as my eyes missed it over just to make sure that I wasn't dreaming it moments later the troupe all steadily loaded back into the truck and turned away and grabbing the first log of a boarding ladder tires screeched behind me and as the fuel II came to an abrupt stop just as if it had started off I looked back to see the leader approach Anna he handed me a folded piece of paper and it was a map the u.s. research station a12 was stretched across the top just as I had suspected oh and we were about 300 miles west of the essaouira HESA the leader pointed to the map and then to the tristar and then to the map and then to himself and then he squinted in pursed his lips tightly making carefully calculated sounds which were barely audible I heard him despite myself come back for us in the situation back in the trash our was bleak and the fuel leak wasn't fixed but we can isolate the tank and use the remaining two engines to depart frankly while unthinkable under normal circumstances there seemed to be no other option de it would be an uncomfortably long takeoff but the runway was plenty long in a ditch Enya our engines would be scrapped by the time we got to the Azores proper and as they would run much hotter because of the non-standard fuel the old tanker gave us just enough with a bit of reserve but that was all as the engines spooled alive and we taxi toward the end of the runway I could see small figures standing on huts in the distance and waving palm fronds and jumping to and fro huh what'd he give you a captain dunker cast and this I replied as I unfurled the map and will be put in the nuthouse you know that right the captain Santa and they'll like you up and throw away the key he ran his hands through his hair as he spoke stutter inna that's to give it here he said as he reached for the map and plus and if they find out we didn't find that few leaks before we left Atlanta we're both caught you understand that it was a different time I understood her and will tell nobody and get the thing fixed in the azure hasn't he got it got it he toured the map into confetti I felt a pang on my chest as he sprinkled them into the burner it was an awful thing yeah truly awful huh the worst was I still knew the coordinates even after Captain Ahab tore them to Shraddha Hudson even after all this time I just never spoke Appa and none of us dad huh and that is until now you [Music] you

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Published: Mon Jan 14 2019