A regular 747 Boeing aircraft was making another routine flight from Hawaii to Los Angeles, carrying tourists, business men, college students, flight crew, pilot and co-pilot, away from paradise and back to their mundane lives on mainland USA. Most of them are dead now, but somehow we've survived.

No one knows exactly what caused the plane to crash. It seemed as if everything suddenly went wrong at once so we had to crash land. Turbulent winds rose up out of nowhere and the dials in the cockpit made no sense. Lightning shot out of the sky and the engines exploded. All the lights went out as the plane spiraled downwards into the deep ocean waters. No one can remember much after that until we regained consciousness.

At first it had seemed fortunate that there was an island near the crash site. How could we have known what awaited us there? We salvaged what we could from the plane before the entire wreck sunk into the Pacific Ocean. Now we must learn how to survive or perish on an uncharted tropical island.

With this thought MS heads west down the rocks on to the Island,along with other survivors.