Impressed that you are both still sticking with this:-)
Descending through the darkness to the rapidly approaching ground;
Rip cord pulled, and fall suspended, silk above, night air around.
Sudden drag, deceleration; time slows down; a different world.
Impact and a stumbled roll; parachutes are swiftly furled
And stashed away, both men unscathed. They get their bearings gradually.
Underfoot is sandy soil, above, a wide leaf canopy
With moonlight streaming through, attaching silver flecks to rolling sea.
Biggles hastens Ginger to the cover of a nearby palm;
Assumption is that foe are present, though they haven't raised alarm.
There might be just a basic guard; it seems, to Biggles, common sense;
Remoteness of the chosen isle provides the first and best defence.
They plan to trek across the island, check if those beliefs are true,
Relying on their three companions bringing their new aircraft through,
To meet the deadline set with Algy...tomorrow evening rendezvous.
Careful footwork in the darkness, roar of surf now acts as guide;
Moving just within the tree line, beach diminished by the tide.
Stealthy and painstaking progress, onwards for an hour or two.
A break, the trees are sparser now, the prospect of a clearer view;
Up ahead a ridge looms high, against the moonlight; jagged, stark.
Ginger clutches Biggles' arm; a glimpse of yellow light, a spark
Which disappears a moment later; something moving in the dark...