July 2, 1937 7:42 am :somewhere over the pacific 

"We must be on you, but cannot see you – but gas is running low. Have been unable to reach you by radio. We are flying at 1,000 feet." Emilia shouted into the radio reciever. she waited for a response, just static. the muffled roar of the Lockheed Electra rumbled loyally into the unknown skies, a turbulance bumb made the plane creak. "hang in there girl". Emilia moved from the console in the radio room back to the cockpit. "Noonan! talk to me babe." "sun is up, i got the sun line, we are at 1,005 feet headed west... fuel is low Emilia."  "I know!" she snapped. Noonan stayed silent. "i'm sorry Freddy, I'm just..." i know, it's OK." he replied. they stayed silent for a moment, assessing the situation. "Emilia, were in a bad way here, this may be our last flight." she just sat there, then she unstrapped herself again and returned to the radio room. "emile?... Noonan sighed and sunk in his seat. retraining his eye on the horizon, 'well be ok' he muttered to himself.

"We are on the line 157 337. We will repeat this message. We will repeat this on 6210 kilocycles. Wait." she waited for a response again, static. she bit her lip and punched the console. "blast it!" she paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. 1000 feet over the pacific, low fuel, no radio contact. 'not like this.' she thought. she sobbed a moment, with her face in her gloved hands. the sound of flicking paper made her slowly look up. A picture of her and her Lockheed Vega, the trans Atlantic flight. she got lost in her memories as the sound of a roaring crowd filled her mind. 

1929, Santa Monica, ca

the crowds cheered in the bleachers as the grand stand band played a lively intro. "and a sunny day here at the Santa Monica airport in California, i'm cliff Henderson and welcome to the first national women's air derby!" the promoter announced into his mega phone. "ladies and gentlemen please allow me to introduce to you our racers!" the crowds cheered again as they waived their little flags. "our first contestant is a pilot from Anniston, Alabama, piloting the swallow  miss Ruth Elder." the crowds applauded as a young woman in pilots gear came up on the stage. "thank you kindly Mr.Henderson, i look forward to winning this race." she said confidently as she shook his hand, she waived to the crowd and stood off to the side. "our next pilot is from Atchison, Kansas." the crowds instantly cheered louder at the mention of the home town. Ruth scoffed and rolled her eyes. "miss Atlantic her self, Amelia Earhart!" the crowd stood as Amelia took to the stage, waiving with a big smile on her face. "welcome darling." the promoter said as he shook her hand, "thank you Mr.Henderson." she waved to the crowd and they cheered again. she stood off next to Ruth as the promoter continued to introduce the other pilots. "so you think your little fame is gonna help you? hmm? ide be careful sweetheart. this aint the Atlantic, and we aint no seagulls." Ruth said condescendingly. Amelia finished waiving and turned to her with an extended hand, "may the best pilot win." Ruth turned and waived to the crowd. "thank you, i will." 

Another turbulence bump shook her out of her memory, but not before she recalled her courage, her tenacity, and how she beat Ruth Elder in the women's derby. she recalled the memory of herself belly slamming down hills in boxes as a child. She recalled her journey as a pilot, her accomplishments. then, like a flash of lighting, she remembered the tall tales of the world, the legends and myths of the skies told by the old pilots. claims of lights in the skies, unknown craft, and... She got up suddenly from the console and returned to the cockpit. "well Freddy my boy if this is our last flight then lets make it one for the history books." she said as she strapped herself back into the pilots seat. she pulled out some charts and folded them up to where they assumed they where located. "ive always had this... thought." she was careful to say... "well it comes from those cooky old pilots but..." she found a part of the chart that was unfinished. she planted her finger on the blank area. "Here." she pointed. Noonan leaned over to see... "you want us to fly into literally uncharted territory, with low fuel and no radio?... why?" she paused a moment staring at the charts, assessing the sanity of what she was about to say. "to find the edge of the world." she said.