The Fight

As we grew nearer to the ground, the chopper's rotors stirred up a whirlwind of sand, creating a mesmerizing dance of particles around us. I clung onto Jordan's arm, not only for support but also comforted by his presence amidst the exhilaration.

Eventually, with utmost precision, the pilot expertly guided the chopper towards its final resting place on a designated landing pad. The descent grew smoother and more controlled until finally, the helicopter gracefully touched down on the solid ground. The propellers gradually slowed their rotation, their resounding hum morphing into a subdued murmur.

With the chopper now firmly grounded, we released our grips and stepped out, greeted by a rush of warm tropical air and the sweet aroma of vibrant flowers. The gentle breeze tossed my hair and Jenna's hair back and forth.