The lights dimmed and I saw that I was falling into the ocean. I pinned my arms to the side and stretched my legs as I braced for impact. After I was a few meters below the briny depths I managed to get up for air. I looked up to see the air became foggy. The sky was rumbling before lightning made an appearance here and there. I heard a different sound. I looked up to see a metal flying object. It had a "stressed-skin" aluminum body which looks like a smooth, metal tube held together by thousands of tiny metal bumps possibly with rivets. They had a large, spinning blade (or blades) at the very front to pull the vehicle through the air. They had long, pointed noses because their engines are shaped like a projectile. The next flying object looked the same but had a wider, flat faced. Green and brown painted as though these flyers didn't possess a cloaking device. They had metal sheets that were made to crudely represent wings. There was a distinct design on them. One had blue and red rings. The other had a white star inside a blue ring. They flew lower so I waved hoping they were friendly. I made sure to look as vulnerable as possible. One landed on the water and started talking. I couldn't understand a word but I had a feeling that they were conducting a war. If that is the case they are trying to assess the situation. If I don't meet their criteria then they will become hostile. So I used sign language. They made them relax immediately and ushered me to climb aboard. The cockpit was a cramped space. The pilot and I sat in a small, cramped glass bubble like cover on top of the flyer. It also came with metal frames crisscrossing the glass for additional strength.
He kept looking back and kept saying something. It sounded soothing. I tried to look as scared as possible. We flew till he decided to land next to a huge cruiser bobbing up and down in the violent ocean. There were planes which were slowly sinking to the depths. The people on top of the cruiser were shooting the one in the water. They stopped shooting and sent down a ladder which I used to climb. I had noticed that my clothes were somewhat similar to the women on board. Some looked to be civilian assistants. Before I managed to say anything a heavy blanket wrapped itself around me. I was pushed forward and they sat me down and did a few cursory examinations before I was taken through metal doors. The corridors were narrow and the people actually pushed them to the wall to let us through. We finally reached a metal room painted gray. There was a cot and a series of primitive medication on the table and cupboard. There was a elderly man with gray hair and wrinkles arranging the tools. He came over and did a few tests and he calmly injected me and I fell asleep. I woke up to see smiling faces reassuring me that the worst was over. One used sign language and I realized he was asking me my name. I wanted to say something but I was unable to say anything. I signed that my name is Olive. He gave me a pat on the shoulder before my meal came.