"Captain, there is a hurricane our way, our safest way to go is across the coast of Isla Nublar." Said first mate Jacey. It was 1:00 at night; and the captain was driving a shipping craft to deliver supplies to an underwater research facility 246 miles off the coast of Isla Nublar. It began to rain, and the seas were getting rough.
"Hey, Ewart." Said a man. "Yes, Olin?" replied Ewart. "What the heck is that!" asked Olin. It was a large red fin. "Oh, no." Said Ewart. The boat got rammed.
Meanwhile, in the control room, The captain was hearing these smashes. "What the…" He said. "Ooof!" The captain fell down and the boat began to move to shore. Ewart fell off the boat. The spinosaur's head emerged out of the water…and tore his arm off. Ewart began to scream… But then the he was pulled down, in a cloud of his own blood.
Meanwhile, the boat was two feet from the shore. It was slowing….CRACK! the boat smashed into the shore. A curious raptor was looking around, when Olin got off the boat. Olin was absolutely shocked. The raptor called for help, and the pack arrived. The Alpha Male snarled. The pack jumped on Olin and tore him apart. Then, some pack members looked around the ship. The ship was starting up again, about to get onto the ocean. The raptors were on the boat. The door leading to the steering room began to shake. "Holy…" the captain said right as a raptor stood there. It jumped on him, and slashed his stomach open. The captain was eaten alive.
MONTANA DIG SITE 10:00 AM
Alan Grant stood outside of his trailer. He looked around, and acted like the Isla Sorna incident never happened. The sky was blue with puffy white clouds. Ellie got divorced, and Alan and Ellie got married. It was five years after the Sorna incident.
St. Lucie inlet, South Florida.
The boat moved through and docked on a small Island known as Bird Island. The raptors got off the boat, thinking that these chirps were dinosaurian chirps. Then, they jumped into the water and swam. They all swam toward a bunch of blood. Above the surface, A man was gutting a Yellowtail Snapper he just caught. The raptor head snapped out of the water. "What on earth..." The man said. Then the raptor jumped on him and ran away.
MURDER ON THE INLET in big words was the banner of the Stuart News. Ian Malcom moved to Florida eight years after the San Diego incident. He whipped his glasses off. There hadn't been a murder in a long time. Only some delinquent kids who hit mailboxes with baseball bats.
