TIME: 1300 HRS
LOCATION: AMERICAN CARRIER “GERALD R. FORD”
BEGIN LOG
It was 11:00 P.M on monday, June 10th.
Waves lapped against the hull as the steel behemoth slowly travelled through the water.
James Wëls was laying on his bunk, relaxing after a grueling day of flight training. Earlier that day, a simple mishap had killed two good friends of his. The arresting wire had snapped. The F-18 sunk like a rock. But that was in the past. Tomorrow, he would start training the new recruit - John or Jim or something - on the T-2 Buckeye. The only sound that he could hear was some muffled conversation down the hall, and the faint humming of the reactor five decks below. Suddenly, he heard a muffled thud. Screeching. The sound of rending metal and faint screams. He snapped up. Something was happening.