Authors note: I´m open to constructive critisism, say what you like and what you don´t like.
Three days later...
Jack sat in his office writing a screenplay. Two days ago Carl Denham had asked him write a new manuscript about some survivors on an island, that was being chased by a twisted hunter and his mercenaries. Suddenly the phone rang.
"Hello, this is Jack Driscoll." Jack said.
"Hey, hey, hey, heeey Jack." Denhams laughing voice said in the other end.
"Hello, Carl." Jack said, because he knew who it was.
"Hello, Jack. How far have you come with the screenplay?" Denham asked.
"It is going okay. I have written five pages, but I have only been writing for two days, so..." Jack said, but got interrupted.
"Doesn´t matter, Jackie-boy." Carl laughed. "I´m going to call Ann now, I think she is the perfect actress for this movie."
"Carl, I haven´t writte..." Jack got interrupted again as Carl hung up.
Jack looked at the phone and then at his manuscript, and then hung up.
"Jackie-boy?..." Jack mumbled.
Carl had changed these last four days. everytime he met Jack, he was in an unusually good mood. It freaked Jack out. But he never said it. Jack had a little voice in his head saying this movie was going to be shot on Skull island. Jack quickly returned to his manuscript, because he didn´t want to think about it. It was an crazy idea, not even Carl denham could be crazy enough to return to Skull island. Suddenly it knocked on Jacks door...
"Come in." Jack said.
A lady in créme colored dress entered.
"Oh!" Jack then said. "Mrs. Jensen."
"Good day, Mr. Driscoll." Mrs. Jensen answered. "The captain from the ship "Seaside" called."
"Seaside?... I don´t know that man or that ship, Mrs. Jensen." Jack answered.
"Ehh..." She said and looked in her notebook again. "He said somthing about that Carl Denham movie."
"What?... he... wants... What?..." Jack said confused.
"He said somthing about which island we are going to shoot this movie on." Mrs. jensen answered.
Jack walked past his desk and took her notes and read inside his head: "Meeting with captain John Winters at pier 3, about movie location."
"Oh, so he wants to talk about where we are going to shoot this movie. That is weird, we haven´t planned a location yet, and he isn´t a cast in this film." Jack said.
"He said Mr. Denham had hired him." mrs. Jensen then said.
Jack looked at Mrs. Jensen for a short while and then said: "... Maybe I should meet this guy... Thank you, mrs. Jensen."
Jack turned around and took his black coat on. he was confused, why wasn´t he notified? Then he took his manuscript and walked out of his office.
"Okay. pier 3. Captain John winters. Seaside." Jack said over and over again, so he wouldn´t forget it.
He turned around and looked at his office. It was a small three-story building, with a white sign outside saying: "Jack Driscoll, Screenwriter, since 1928"
He quickly turned around again and saw a cab drive past him.
"Hey! Taxi!" He yelled.
The cab stopped up and Jack ran towards it. An old man in his late fifties was the driver. Jack stood outside the passengerside.
"To the harbor." Jack said.
"Jump in, Sir." The old man said.
Jack jumped in and closed the door. The cab started driving. Jack was confused. Why had Denham hired a shipcaptain, when they hadn´t talked about locations yet. Again a little voice in his head said, they were going to Skull island.
After 15 minutes of driving, the cab stopped.
"Okay, here we are, Sir... It´ll be 15 dollars." The old man said.
Jack opened his wallet and gave him twenty bucks.
"Keep the change, i´m in a hurry." Jack said and ran across the harbor.
"Yes, Sir." The cab driver mumbled and drove back into the city.
Jack ran past some ships and then stopped.
"Ehhh...Ehhh... pier... pier 3! Yes." He said and started running again.
At pier 3 was a big ship getting loaded with crates and cargo. On the crates was a white text: "Denham Movies"
"What the hell?" Jack yelled. "This wasn´t a part of the deal."
Jack ran over to the ship and then stopped up next to some of the cargo. He could see some men on the ship carrying crates.
"What are you doing?" Jack yelled to them.
One of the men stopped up and looked at Jack. He then continued with his work.
"Hey, you! I asked you a question!" Jack yelled.
The man on the ship turned around again.
"Why do you wanna know?" The man yelled back.
"Because, i´m this films Scrrenwriter!" Jack answered.
"Oh... okay..." The man answered. "Then come aboard. Talk to the captain, I´m not the one to ask."
Jack looked around and saw there was no way to come aboard the ship.
"How? There is no bridge."
"Ohh... i´m sorry." the man yelled. and put the crate down. "This are hard times we are living in, my friend. We have removed the bridge, because people have stolen so much cargo lately, so we took some precautions."
The man now stood 15 feet above Jack.
"Here!" He yelled and threw somthing down.
Jack covered his face, as he thought it would hit him.
"Come aboard!" The man yelled and continued his work.
Then Jack saw what it was. It was a robe-ladder
"Okay." Jack said and started climbing up the ladder...