Zinnia's eyes widened as she turned her head toward the horizon. "Helicopters?" she muttered, shading her eyes from the sun as two massive helicopters appeared, hovering over the ship. The blades whipped through the air with a force so strong it sent waves rippling across the ocean below and caused loose papers on set to go flying.
"Everyone, hold onto your things!" one of the crew members shouted, running to secure the equipment.
Zinnia instinctively grabbed her clipboard and tried to shield herself from the gusts of wind generated by the helicopters. Her hair whipped wildly around her face as she struggled to maintain her balance. The noise was deafening, drowning out the confused chatter among the cast and crew.
