James Rodriguez
π€ SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
The transition from air to surface barely registering in my arms.
Muscle memory guided the controls.
The harbour guide in a small boat directed us toward the private dock where two figures in medical uniforms waited beside a stretcher.
I shut down the engine and sat motionless for 27 seconds.
My hands remained fixed on the controls.
Five people dead, two survivors.
Nothing in the cargo hold, but Emily's incomplete research notes and a few seal botanical samples David had collected before his death.
Emily stood beside me as the plane bumped against the dock.
We made it.
She mumbled, I struggling to focus.
We made it.
I confirmed medical team waiting.
Your ankle needs attention.
She nodded weakly.
Wilson, not yet.
I released my harness.
Let's get you taken care of first.
The medical team boarded as I opened the cabin door.
Their movements were efficient, practiced.
They immobilized Emily's ankle, transferred her to the stretcher, and began a rapid assessment of her vital signs.