Isla Muerta
Disclaimer: I do not own Jurassic Park.
Prologue: Isle of Dread
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The deafening roar of the crashing of waves thundered around the fishing boat Serena. Huge swells threatened to rip the boat in half with every strike as they crashed upon the bow. The men of the Serena scrambled to tie down what they could of their largest catch of the year, the gusting winds and chilling night air made it almost impossible. Nearly thrown overboard by the force of the waves combined with the slippery deck and winds, several of the crew clung desperate to the rails in an attempt to stay aboard.
Jason Remington, the captain of the Serena and veteran fisherman of fifty years, gripped the wheel tightly as he tried to keep the Serena from capsizing in the raging torrent. Rain drenched clothing as it poured in an unending downpour over the ship. Thunder clashed overhead, illuminating the deck and black sky in a blinding flash. When Jason's eyes readjusted to the light, he could only watch in horror as Jimmy, his eldest of three children, fell overboard.
"Son!" Jason yelled over the rumbling crackle of thunder. "MAN OVERBOARD!"
The crew shouted and scrambled to rescue the boy as the waves pulled him under. Jason attempted to turn the boat in the swells but to no avail. The boat reared as a surge force the boat up. Suddenly, the Serena rounded the top and descended rapidly down the other side. Just then, another wave came crashing down and broke upon the haul, shattering it instantly. The frigid waters of the Pacific Ocean engulfed the crew, bringing a quick death to those who could not swim well. Screams for help rung out over the thundering roar of waves and the defining boom of thunder, prayers for rescue echoed through the men's minds, but all was for not as they were over a hundred miles from shore in the middle of a severe tropical storm and with no other ships within distance to provide help.
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Dawn was a welcome sight for the few survivors of the night before, the sun shimmering over a placid ocean in calm that made it seem as if nothing had happened during the night previous. The four surviving men lay clinging to a large piece of the Serena. In the distance, the thin but distinct outlines of five islands slowly grew larger by the hour. By the next day, the combination of winds and the current caused them to drift north of the largest island. The men weak but determined started to kick their legs in a vain attempt to bush themselves to shore. By noon the four men where exhausted, the captain, surviving the night, struggled with his breathing.
Beneath the placid waters, a dark shadow moved silently, only a slight ripple appeared on the surface signaled its presence then the water became calm again as it disappeared to the depths. The men, exhausted and suffering from a lack of water, stopped kicking and rested.
Men preyed to their god, in hope that someone would come soon and rescue them.
Suddenly, the youngest crewmember screamed in pain and desperately held onto the debris. The other crewmembers grabbed the young man's arms as blood started to pool around them. They abruptly began to move, getting closer and closer to shore. A dark shadow slowly appeared and steadily moved closer to the surface until finally the scaly grey, red eyed, three-meter long creature, clutching the young man's leg, materialized at the water's surface.
Fear erupted in the men's hearts. This creature looked like it was of legends depicting a terrifying animal that dragged men and ships alike to the ocean floor. The red eyes only made it seem more like something created by the devil. The creature jerked its head to pull the man off the debris but could not.
The water quickly became dark as the creature took the men over a reef. Jason howled in pain as large bits of ridged coral cut into his legs, causing several long bleeding wounds. The rest of the men gained grievous wounds that could cripple even the strongest person. The youngest crewmember slid slowly into the water with the loss of blood, he had not the strength to hold on anymore.
"No! Señor Santiago!" one of the horrified crew shouted.
Jason dropped the rest of the way into the water and desperately swam towards shore. He used what little strength he had left to crawl forward in the water. The other two men quickly followed as the bloody remains of their friend floated to the surface. Behind them, the creature burst from the water shaking its head violently. It held a shredded piece of the right leg from the fallen sailor.
Slowly the three remaining survivors scrambled onto land, relieved to feel warmth under them once more. Jason gathered a little of his strength and he stood up. He staggered towards the tree line for shade and leaned against a large tree for support.
A gentle breeze brought comfort to Jason as he rested up against a large tree. An odd hoot, like that of an owl, drifted softly from the jungle, small wisps of cloud dotted the sky, minute waves quietly broke against the beach, and all seemed to be at peace. The hoots became louder and more for frequent as they grew closer, though no one paid any attention to it.
Suddenly, the jungle exploded on each side of Jason as two large dark skinned creatures with V shaped crests ran at the two men lying on the beach with terrifying speed. Jason watched in terror as the animals started to rip the unsuspecting men to sheds. The curses in Spanish and screams came to an abrupt end. These creatures began to eat with their backs to the jungle, still unaware of Jason.
The only thing he could do now was escape to a safer place. Climbing the tree behind him slowly, Jason was soon out of reach of the animals. Finally, he reached the top, still unnoticed by the beasts below. All fell quiet when the animals stopped to lock around. Jason paled at the sight of the blood cover sand and spilled organs. His chest began to hurt and his grabbed something to keep balance. Suddenly a branch snapped and fell to the ground, instantly getting the unwanted attention of the predatory animals. A large frill fanned open around the neck of the animal to the left, rattling filled the air. All of a sudden, Jason yelped in pain as a black substance covered the right side of his face. The world began to spin and he lost consciousness…
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