The Dotson Island Railroad

by Night Train 75

Follow a crew of engines as they work along the lines of Dotson Island. Buy your tickets and climb abroad for the ride. (Not involving ttte railroad or characters. Completely original. Like the originals, should have morals within them.)

1. Prologue

Note: this is a fictional story, it is filled with fictional characters, events, and a fictional island. None of this is real! But still please enjoy and please comment, and follow this story I plan to do many stories after this one. If you have an idea please leave a comment. All stories take place in chronological order. Well, buy your train tickets and hop on board and let's begin the story

Prologue

In 1759 an island between Europe and North America, it was found by Nathaniel Dotson. By 1814 settlers from both England and America had come to the island. They named the island after its discoverer; therefore it was called Dotson Island. By 1845 the island was being run by the USA and England. The islands had three highly populated areas, they were Fadeville, it lies in the shadows of the Nathaniel mountain range, Barkerstown, it is a sea side town, with Barkers Bay in the town, and lastly their is Weston the largest of the three. It is next to the Dutch river. It is mainly a business city, with lots of restaurants, hotels, business, and tourist attractions. In 1867 the Dotson railway opened, it connected the three cities and the small settlements in between. It was successful until the 1930s, it's ticket sails had peeked in the time of the First World War, but by now the island was poor, due to lost of sail. Now the automobiles had taken control. The railroad closed in November of 1936.

By the Second World War, due to work opening to support the work war effort, citizens were in-need of transport to and from the cities, and goods needed to be transported. In 1940 the son of the former railroad owner, Mr. Jarrell, had begin to put money into reopening the railroad. He hired many men to work on repairing the rails. By December of 1940 most of the rails had been repaired. All Mr. Jarrell needed now was engines. Before he could order them, he got a call from one of his foreman working on the a line about 4 miles from Weston. "What is the problem?" Mr. Jarrell said in his deep voice. "Well" began the foreman. "We were working as normal when we came across a large yard. It is filled with lots of freight cars, so I told my men to search the yard and see if they could find something shunt them with." "Well?" Asked Mr. Jarrell. "One of my men followed a siding leading off" continued the foreman. "He found a small shed, it was pretty battered and weathered. He opened one of the doors and looked in side and there was a sleeping engine in it. That's what I called about, you should probably come here and have a look." Finished the foreman. "I will be there shortly." Said Mr. Jarrell was he hung up the phone.

Mr. Jarrell walked out of his office in Weston, and walked up to his 1938 Chevrolet sedan, Ghost. He calls him that because of his pure white color. He climbed in and drove off. He pulled off on to a dirt road that followed the rails. When he arrived the foreman greeted him as he stepped out of ghost. They walked through the yard and then the foreman pointed and said excitedly "There, there's the shed!" Workmen surrounded the shed as they walked up to it. As they walked, workmen were their trying to open the broken doors. "What's going on here!" Shouted the foreman sternly. "We're trying to get the other doors open! Their are two more engines inside!" Then their was a snap behind him. One of the doors had broken and fell off. Then another snap, the last door had snapped open. Mr. Jarrell was shocked at what he saw! Inside was three engines, a nelson and albemarle 2-6-2 was in the first slot, a LMS Stanier Class 5 4-6-0 in the next, and a 12/36 0-6-0 in the last one. The three were covered in rust and their paint was wearing off. It was obvious that they were in needs of repairs.

By now the three were awoken by the loud noises. They were a bit confused by the attention they were getting. "Who are you guys, and what's going on?" Said the LMS Stanier Class 5 4-6-0. "We are repairing the rails to reopen the railway on the island. I am Mr Jarrell, and you are?" Asked Mr. Jarrell. The LMS Stanier Class 5 4-6-0 spoke first. "I am Donavan, nice to meet you." Then the 12/36 0-6-0. "I am Halee." Then the nelson and albemarle 2-6-2 was last to speak. "I'm John, nice to set you. Did you say you were reopening the railroad?" "Yes I did, we should have it opened sometime next spring. Well as long as the winter does not interfere with our schedule." Answered Mr. Jarrell. "Sir, if you don't mind me asking, may we work on the railway once more?" Asked Halee. Mr. Jarrell pondered for a moment, then answered. "I am in-need of engines, so yes you may." All of the engines smiled widely. Mr. Jarrell then said "But before you begin your work you must go to the repair sheds in Weston tomorrow. It seems you are still operational, I will seen me in the morning." "Thank you sir" said John. And with that Mr. Jarrell left.