Enid was curled up in Victor's arms, trembling uncontrollably. Her sharp wolf claws had unconsciously extended, clutching tightly onto his lapel until her knuckles turned white.
"Oh my god, oh my god..."
Her tearful sobs were torn apart by the wind, coming in broken fragments.
In contrast, Wednesday, though equally pale-faced, at least maintained a semblance of composure on the surface.
Her sharp gaze swept over the surroundings—
And then, a deeper sense of absurdity seized her.
The reactions of the monstrous passengers of various shapes and sizes were unnervingly calm.
The Mummy wrapped in bandages was leisurely re-wrapping the ends of its bandages that had been blown loose by the wind.
Several short Goblins had even pulled out a deck of cards carved from bones and continued playing poker without batting an eye amidst the violent turbulence.
There was no terror on their faces, only a kind of numbness and familiarity that said, "Here we go again."
And behind the greasy glass window of the cockpit, the scene made Wednesday's mouth twitch almost imperceptibly.
The two Goblin Captains had, at some point, stopped fighting each other.
They were sitting side by side in the pilot seats. The control sticks in front of them were shaking wildly on their own, but they acted as if they were in a peaceful afternoon garden.
One of them had even pulled out a patterned ceramic teapot and was leisurely pouring a cup of steaming hot tea for himself and his companion.
The teacups clattered on the violently shaking control panel, but their hands holding the cups were astonishingly steady.
"Any plans for the holidays?"
One captain blew on his tea and asked as if making casual conversation.
"Ahem, you know, the usual,"
The other took a sip of tea, sighed, his tone carrying a hint of happy resignation, "Playing football with the wife and kids. The little one is full of energy."
"How blissful..."
Wednesday felt her worldview crumbling piece by piece, just like the aircraft's skin.
She even began to wonder if she was the one who had some misunderstanding about what was "normal."
Even more incredible was that the Little Goblin Flight Attendant pushing the snack cart was tenaciously maintaining her balance in the cabin that felt like it was experiencing a major earthquake.
While gripping the cart's handlebar tightly, she continued hawking in a shrill voice, with a proficiency rivaling that of a train station platform:
"Beer, soft drinks, mineral water! Peanuts, sunflower seeds, eight-treasure porridge... Sir Skeleton, please tuck your leg in! Make way, make way!"
She even managed, with great difficulty, to push the cart past Victor and the others' seats and asked professionally:
"Would you like anything? Last call for service!"
Victor actually grinned and ordered a can of beer, popped it open with a "snap," took a comfortable swig, and admired the scene of lightning flashing, thunder rumbling, and the aircraft disintegrating outside the window, praising:
"This view is perfect with beer!"
Enid lifted her head from his embrace, looked teary-eyed at this surreal scene, then at Victor who looked like "this is how it should be," and at the monstrous passengers around them who were as calm as if they were taking a stroll in the park. She was completely bewildered.
She sniffled, and with a heavy nasal tone and immense confusion, she whispered to Victor:
"They... aren't they afraid of dying?"
Victor hugged her tighter, laughed heartily, his tone as relaxed as if discussing the weather:
"Afraid of what? For these folks, this level of trouble doesn't even count as an accident; it's completely routine. See, the captains haven't even spilled their tea."
Just then, with a deafening "BOOM!" A large piece of metal skin on the side of the cabin was completely torn off by the gale. The view suddenly opened up, and cold rain and the scent of seawater rushed in.
The plane was now basically just a bare skeleton and a few rows of precarious seats, plummeting downward at an even faster speed.
Wednesday clutched a nearby exposed metal support beam tightly, feeling the heart-pounding sensation of weightlessness.
Looking at the "convertible" plane before her and the group of passengers still drinking tea, playing cards, and hawking snacks on it.
At this moment, she was utterly convinced that this world was just a huge, insane, Slapdash Operation.
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