December 13, 2015, Central American coastline

Amid a tumultuous uproar of thunder and rain, a lone ship barreled thru the storm, it's crew trying desperately to fight off the battering elements as the waves crashed up and over the deck.

It was impossible to make out much across the waters, let alone navigate even using the most advanced instruments available, so the Brazilian crew could only rely on their wits and each other to survive this tropical onslaught. Another clash of thunder smacked against the tanker, it's dangerous cargo sloshing about in the belly of the metallic beast as another tidal wave smacked the vessel and the crew tried desperately to shout to one another.

The Captain grabbed ahold of his radio, desperately trying to broadcast an S.O.S. yet only finding static and repetitive warnings sounding back at him, until at last he gave up smashing the instruments aside.

He peered out into the shadowy seas, hoping that some formation would appear before him but it was too late, the chemicals deep below in the hold of the ship rolled over and this time the damage was too great. Grabbing what little supplies he could he shouted to his crewmembers to evacuate the ship, everyone of them scrambling to get what they could and get to the lifeboats.

As the gasoline smeared with the toxic goo that they had been hired to carry, the storm raged around them and then without warning the massive explosion burst from its hull, spewing fire, oil and dangerous toxins into the surrounding water.

As he fell into the humid waters below, his body almost felt paralyzed fro, the shock of the blast yet somehow he found the energy to begin to swim. Even though it was impossible to know which direction to go, he swam with all his might trying to get as far away from the dangerous explosion as possible.

But darkness finally prevailed over him as he grabbed a bulk of sheet metal that had managed to float, his trembling form clutching to it as it drifted thru the murky waters that were already becoming clogged with the toxic combination that they had unleashed.

He did not know how much time passed as he lay there waiting for his salvation, but the storm pushed him toward the shores of the lone island relentlessly. The creature standing on the shore raised its head from the soggy sand, it's nostrils flaring as it continuously was pelted by the downpour.

The strange dark color of the water was a new and unfamilar smell, curious it approached, it's feet sinking into the coastline a few inches as though the earth itself could not hold its weight.

Slowly lapping up the odd liquid, the creature paid no heed to the man that had washed ashore only a few meters away, the odd stench and taste too abnormal to ignore. Slowly, he opened his eyes, a rumble of thunder crashing the sky as he looked at the massive lizard standing only a few feet away, his eyes widening as he rose to his feet, and then stumbled backward. The tyrannosaurus seemed to pay him no heed as he slowly crawled away, keeping his eyes on it even as he felt he could escape into the treeline. And then to his left he heard the low rumble of a growl as he looked up, the tyrant lizard's partner staring down at him as he looked at the monster. Opening its mouth, the creature roared against him and all he could was scream.