mountains of black clouds were around him. The old Dakota aeroplane was jumping and twisting in the air. His compass was dead. The other instruments were dead too. Nothing worked for him. Even his efforts to contact Paris control failed. The radio was dead too. In such a hopeless situation, the sudden appearance of a mysterious black aeroplane was like God.s sent help for him. There were no lights on the wings of that black aeroplane. The narrator could see the pilot.s face. He was saying "Follow me". The narrator was totally lost. He thought that the pilot was trying to help him. So he followed the black aeroplane like an obedient child. He was frightened as he had fuel enough to last for five or ten minutes. Suddenly, he came out of the clouds. He saw two long straight lines of lights in front of him. It was a runway. "An airport!” he cried. He was out of danger and could land safely. He turned to look for his rescuer in the black aeroplane, but the sky was empty.
On a voyage to the South Seas, a dreadful storm wrecks his ship but Ralph, serious Jack and young comical Peterkin manage to swim to an island - marooned and with no hope of escape. They realise this could be the adventure of a lifetime - one they have always longed for.