8th may,2011
Captain Mochalov left the bridge and peeped into the mess. Two sailors were resting after their watch. The ship's doctor, Natasha Popova, leafed through some magazines. It was the best time of any voyage-the journey homeward. Mochalov sat down at the piano and struck a few chords. He was not a particularly good player, but it was something he enjoyed.
The Cessna 182 hit the water, nosed over and came to rest, belly up. The cabin was underwater. Deafened by the crash, Heidi did not recover immediately. When her head finally cleared it struck her that she would be unable to get out of the cabin, which meant drowning in the sinking plane. Her back hurt but she could bend it-there was nothing seriously the matter. Heidi pulled out the inflatable life raft and unbuckled her seat belt. Then, opening the canopy, she took one last gulp of air as water poured into the cockpit. Pushing off the duralumin fuselage she rose to the surface:
"Alive and in one piece." The sun made her dizzy. The rubber cylinders of the landing gear went back before her eyes.

From- Gennady Bocharov's
No Man Is An Island