Hi everyone! I'm really enthusiastic about Jurassic Park one, two and three and I look forward to number four. But of course, I cannot wait so I've thought of a story of my own. I have to warn you however, I'm a slow writer and don't always have time for writing. Anyways, the story will commence now, have fun.

Prologue

The water was bashing against the hull of the Nelly as she crashed her way through the aggressive ocean. Five metre tidal waves threw themselves at the bow and the wind whistled around the bridge. The captain looked out on the deck, both hands tightly around the steering wheel in order to retain control over his precious vessel as best he could. With a ragged beard and an old pipe in his mouth he appeared to be an experienced sailor. Outside he heard shouting of the mariners that were checking and strapping the cargo on the top deck, occasionally bracing themselves for another pounding of the seawater. The captain prayed to all sea gods that they would spare him and his crew. The door slammed open and a drenched figure stepped into the room.

"How is the cargo holding?" the captain demanded.

"Fairly good so far." the first mate replied.

"Did we lose anything else?"

"No, I don't think we have."

When the storm had arisen, they hadn't been able to tie up all freight in time and lost three crates. Luckily the crew performed excellent under pressure and they hadn't had any more losses since. The mate took off his jacket and wrung it out, to the dismay of the bearded man. The latter took out his pipe and blew some smoke at the other.

"Don't do that in here, you'll make the floor slippery."

The addressed man shrugged and put his coat back on.

"At this rate it won't be long before everything will be underwater anyway."

The captain started chewing on the tip of his pipe and reluctantly admitted things weren't looking good. He had insisted to take off from Costa Rica that morning, because he doubted the fact that the storm might bend off south to intercept their route. Now he, his ship and his crew had to pay the price for his stubbornness. It wouldn't be long until the wind would rip through the cargo's strappings. Everything would start to slide and probably cause severe damage, resulting in a sunken ship. That is, of course, if the boat hadn't capsized before then.

"We have to do something, else we're all done for. Take the wheel."

The captain only let go after he was sure that his first mate held on firm. He walked over to a case that was lying in the corner and he opened the lock with a key he had on a rope around his neck. He retrieved a map from the trunk, closed it again and placed the map on top of it. He shoved the trunk to near the steering wheel so the mate could see it as well.

"This is where we are now, you see?" he asked.

The other man grunted, fighting to steer the boat properly through the maze of tidal waves. He looked at where his superior was pointing and nodded.

"We can't turn back…" the shipmaster continued, "… so the best we can do is go to these islands."

The first mate's eyes grew larger as he read the name: Las Cinco Muertes.

"Doesn't that mean…"

"I know what it means, but do you have a better idea?"

He switched his pipe from one corner of his mouth to the other, but the first mate wasn't convinced yet.

"Wouldn't that be equally dangerous?"

"No, listen. We just need to the protection of the centre of the archipelago to be protected from the giant waves. We will hardly get near the islands."

He gave in and the captain took over the wheel again, setting course for the five deaths. The storm had almost reached a climax. The chinstraps were buzzing in the eighty kilometre per hour wind. He didn't even believe it to be possible, but even more water was splashing over the sides of the Nelly as she came about.

"It says here that it is highly restricted area." the mate said in one last attempt to reconsider their heading.

"Well, if we survive it all, I am more than willing to pay a fee!" the old hand laughed.

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After an hour, the Nelly was close to the bay of protection, but the storm had already taken a large toll. Two members of the crew had been flushed overboard and they had lost an additional four crates. The wind was still whizzing around the ship, but the currents had steadily reduced as they had gotten closer the islands. The first mate reappeared on the bridge with an exhausted face and the captain himself was no different. Both were glad the worst was over.

"Now, we will just get a little further and then we wait for the storm to subside, correct?"

"Yes, it appears we manage to outrun death once again, ha-ha!" the shipmaster laughs.

Then suddenly a big tremor rolled across the ship and the moaning sound of bending iron could be heard. The men ran outside and looked over the side to see what had happened. Everywhere the crewmembers were yelling, panicked and confused. The Nelly had crashed into something, but nobody could distinguish what it was in the roiling water underneath them. Despite the vessel seemed to have obliterated the obstacle, a large hole in the bow caused the ship to slowly descent into the dark mass before them.

"We have to abandon the ship!" the captain screamed.

Everywhere people passed on the message and the life rafts were let into the water. The front quarter of the Nelly was already submerged when most got on the dinghies. The men looked at their ship shoving into the depth. Some men were floating in the water, but were being hoisted into the lifeboats, when suddenly a sailor screamed in agony. He got smothered as he was pulled underwater.

"What was that?!"

"I don't know!"

Everyone, even those in the water looked around in silence when another human vanished into the infinite deep with a death cry. Then panic broke out as more were violently snatched from the surface and the swimmers tried desperately to get to safety as quickly as possible. The chaos was increased even more as one of the rubber floaters toppled because too many had been leaning on one side.

"Calm yourselves men! We need to get to the shore as fast as we can!" the captain commanded.

The water had turned red with blood, but then just as suddenly as it had shown up, the subaqueous threat vanished. The captain ordered the remaining lifeboats to load everyone as safely as possible. He pointed at the island in the distance.

"That island is our only way to survive, once there we can …"

But he could not finished his sentence as something big slammed against the underside of the raft and threw all of its occupants into the water. The dinghies hurried to pick up the drowning people. The first mate called for the captain multiple times… no-one responded. Once everyone was aboard a vessel, they started to paddle for the shore as quickly as they could, hoping to arrive before 'it' struck again.

End of the prologue