It had already happened.
The young American pilot, Heidi Ann Porch, received permission to take off. She lifted her single engine Cessna 182 into the sky from a California airport and set course for Oakland, New Zealand.
It was Heidi's tenth flight across the Pacific. As on the previous nine trips she was delivering aviation technology to customers in Australia and New Zealand.
I. A. Mochalov, the fifty-seven year old captain of the ocean-going refrigerator ship, the Ussuriiskaya taiga, came onto the bridge. The vessel, on course for Vladivostok, was approaching the Tsugaru-kaikyo. This was considered the best passage between the Pacific Ocean and the Sea of Japan.
Heidi listened to music.
The captain listened to the weather report. Off the Japanese coast a typhoon was forming.
To Heidi it seemed as though her plane was suspended over a motionless ocean. At such moments she felt slightly irritated: everything should happen fast. But when ships appeared below, dots on the water that glistened like broken glass, she saw that she was moving swiftly towards her destination. Soon she would be landing. Arrival always held the promise of something new for her.
Heidi only believed in what lay ahead.

From Gennady Bocharov's novel-
No Man Is An Island