Flight EK702 from Mauritius to Dubai was anything but ordinary. The passengers, a diverse group of 400 souls, had indulged a little too freely in the pre-flight festivities. Laughter and merriment filled the cabin, fueled by copious amounts of alcohol. Little did they know that their journey was about to take a drastic and surreal turn.
High above the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean, disaster struck. The pilot, unbeknownst to anyone, had mistakenly ingested his cat’s medication. The potent feline tranquilizer quickly took effect, rendering him incoherent and unresponsive. The co-pilot, already incapacitated by a mysterious ailment, succumbed to the effects of the same medication he had shared with the pilot, leaving the aircraft without a qualified pilot.
The flight attendant, the only crew member remaining, was overwhelmed by the sudden responsibility and succumbed to a panic attack. The stress triggered a bizarre side effect of the cat medication, causing her to believe she was a cat.
As the plane began its inexorable descent towards the ocean, the inebriated passengers, oblivious to the impending doom, continued their revelry. But the crash landing jolted them into a sobering reality. Miraculously, all 400 passengers survived, emerging from the wreckage into the shark-infested waters.
In a frenzy of adrenaline and alcohol-fueled bravado, the passengers fought back against the sharks, using whatever they could find as weapons. The cutlery from their unfinished lunches became makeshift spears, and the sharks, initially drawn to the commotion, soon found themselves outnumbered and outmatched.
The survivors, intoxicated by their unexpected victory, began to revel in their newfound power. They hoisted the sharks onto the wings of the sinking plane, transforming the wreckage into a macabre floating feast. Noodles were cooked, shark fin soup was prepared, and the party raged on. The passengers, fueled by alcohol and a strange sense of camaraderie, refused to be rescued, declaring their newfound paradise amidst the chaos.
The flight attendant, still under the influence of the medication, perched on the captain’s shoulder, meowing and kneading his uniform. The passengers, in their drunken stupor, saw her as a cat and decided to include her in their bizarre culinary experiment.
The scene was a grotesque tableau of survival, desperation, and the blurring lines between man and beast. Stranded in the middle of the ocean, fueled by alcohol and adrenaline, the passengers had descended into a primal state, their actions driven by a twisted blend of survival instincts and drunken delirium.

Lord Byron