Jock's Plane Cabin

The cramped cabin of Jock's seaplane hums with low engine drone at dusk, wooden floor scattered with gear where a massive boa constrictor named Reggie coils unexpectedly. Indy bolts upright in ophidiophobic panic, eyes wide, body tensed for flight across the narrow space. Jock sprawls casually in the pilot's seat, his calm voice naming the snake and launching good-natured jabs that pierce Indy's terror. Leather benches line the walls, faint jungle damp clings to the air, and dim light filters through small windows, framing raw vulnerability and easy camaraderie after the river ordeal.