Thank you so much to all of you who read the first chapter! Your views, visits, and reviews mean so much to me! I wanted to thank you by keeping my promise to keep this story in the lead! I wasn't going to disappoint you by just posting another story, so I posted this! I will be posting journal entries at the start and end of the chapter (and possibly the middle but probably not). I'm glad that you loved the prologue. It had a lot of interesting stuff in it so I hope that it kept you intrigued. I can't wait to get into this chapter so here ya go!

Disclaimer: I do not own Jurassic World, any of the actors that perform in it (if I did that would be human trafficking), any of the music that I include in the story for accompaniment and effect, I do however own this story, any OCs that I use, and the plot, other than that all credit goes to its/their respective owner(s).

P.S. Did you catch The Walking Dead Video Game reference that I put in the prologue? If not you should catch it in here.

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"Every man has his own destiny: the only imperative is to follow it, to accept it, no matter where it leads him." Henry Miller

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[WAVES GENTLY ROCKING BOAT (click on the one that looks like a rowboat)].

Chapter 1: Hurricane Destiny

[East Pacific Ocean- 118 nautical miles west of Costa Rica

January 27th, 2016- 3:30 pm]

"WOO-HOO!" Kenny Serno shouted his joy to no one. "ANOTHER MARLIN!"

Kenny was a commercial fisherman, well he didn't like to be called that, more like a man who just happens to enjoy fishing and working for a business that he owns.

"Sorry about this." Kenny said. "Don't worry, I'll make this quick and painless."

Kenny then stabbed a large knife through the marlin's head; he had to use a large one to avoid torturing the fish. He gave the marlin the same message he gave to all the fish and animals that he hunted.

Kenny is way younger than most fisherman, he's only 20. Most other fishermen around his age can't handle killing animals as they usually don't have the stomach to take the fish out in the way that he did, or by pounding their heads in. He thought that the knife was the quickest way to take them out, not by freezing them. Kenny at first wasn't able to handle killing fish, he enjoyed fishing for them though; and when he caught one he always handed it to his father to finish them off, or at least held them down for him when it was a big one.

"There ya go." He told the marlin after he went below deck to put it in the freezer.

Kenny passed the ice machine that he custom made to be able to stay out at sea for weeks. He had several buckets that he would fill up with salt water and then filter before freezing. Kenny used to not even eat the fish that he caught. He always enjoyed eating fish, and eventually got used to eating the ones that he caught. His favorite was salmon.

Kenny really had to thank his dad: Luke Serno for teaching him how to fish. Without his guidance Kenny wouldn't even know what to do with the fish that he caught, he used to just have a "Now what?" look on his face that always made his dad laugh. Kenny would normally be excited to show his father the huge marlin that he caught, but unfortunately his father was killed in active combat during the War In Afghanistan and Kenny ended up inheriting the family business. Kenny was hit hard then, and almost failed middle school. He had a lot of support though and managed to progress through his school years; he was even moved ahead a year in high school and two years in college. He soon graduated from California State University tied with his best friend Andrew Rells with a masters degree in genetics as well as in veterinary science. Kenny's mother was very proud of him and wished him luck when he moved to San Francisco as well as when he started fishing.

After Kenny put the fish in the freezer he went above deck to drive the boat further west to a new spot. He wasn't about to let his day get ruined by sharks scaring away the fish. He had learned that from his father after he came home one day with only four fish. His mother asked what happened to the last one and he said that the sharks stole it from him by jumping up and grabbing it while he was telling his friend about it. While Kenny was driving the boat he decided to turn on the radio.

"NOAA has confirmed that Category 5-Hurricane Destiny will indeed hit the Costa Rican town of Tamarindo with a very severe thunderstorm following it tomorrow afternoon. While this storm does not meet the requirements to be called a tropical storm, locals should not think of it as any less dangerous. Locals are advised to seek shelter in higher ground as all low level areas and beaches are being evacuated due to the severe flooding that will occur. Residents are urged to heed these evacuation warnings and not try to hold out in these low level areas, staying there is a very risky gamble and moving to higher ground is the only golden ticket. All flights to and from western and central Costa Rica are being canceled until the hurricane and thunderstorm have passed. All marine vessels, ships, and submarines should return to Costa Rica no later than 3:00 pm tomorrow afternoon, or be at Mother Nature's wrath. No marine vessel should be out in that hurricane and storm no matter your experience level. This storm is so powerful that any vessel smaller than 60 meters can be picked up and turned over. There is a severe chance of waterspouts occurring with widths of at least 30-54 meters in diameter. Repeat: Please move to higher ground immediately, gather whatever emergency supplies you need and move to higher ground. This has been NOAA wishing you strength in these hard times."

The broadcast then started to repeat in spanish and that was when Kenny turned off the radio while clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth. "Phew. Good thing that I won't be out that late tomorrow."

Kenny then steered the boat to head slightly south-south-west and after about a half-hour of driving Kenny put the boat in park and tossed the anchor over the side of the boat.

"Well I've had enough fishing for now. I think I'm going to take a nap." Kenny said to himself after turning the boat off.

Kenny then headed down to his sleeping area which just had a bed, a nightstand with a locked drawer that was bolted down, and a porthole window. Before Kenny went to sleep he unlocked the drawer (he didn't want it sliding out in stormy weather) and pulled out a waterproof case. Kenny unlocked the case and took out his journal and began to write in it.

"[January 27th, 2016- 4:30 pm] Just caught a huge marlin today. SCORE! Turns out that a hurricane and a very severe thunderstorm are heading towards Tamarindo in Costa Rica. I'm going to head back tomorrow in the early morning, I heard that there are supposed to be waterspouts during this weather. I really don't want to get caught in those. I decided to take a nap after I caught that marlin, which I'm going to do right now. See ya later! Kenny Serno."

Kenny put the journal back into the case and then back into the drawer. After that he decided to go to sleep.

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[Play Kingdom Hearts 1.5 Remix-Night Of Fate]

[5 hours later]

CRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAACCCKKKKKKKKKK!

"GAHH!" Kenny screamed as he fell out of his bed and landing on the floor hard. "What the heck was that?!"

Kenny then ran out of his room, and carefully ran/climbed up the stairs to the deck to find out what the heck was going on.

What he found was nature practicing it's malevolent weather skills, right on top of Kenny, and in the middle of nowhere.

Kenny was snapped back to reality by a thunderbolt shining in his forest green eyes. The light was so intense that it caused him to cringe and cover his eyes.

Once he shook his head to clear his mind he turned on the radio only for it to produce static and a loud enough feedback noise to force Kenny to turn it back off.

Kenny decided to step out from the cover of the roof to climb up and find out what caused the feedback. What he saw was a smoldering metal rod... right where the antenna used to be. "Ahhhh, shit."

"Well there goes any communication, and I doubt that there are any other boats or planes out here." Kenny said while climbing down. "Except for those hurricane hunters, who probably can't even see me."

After he got back onto the deck he then decided to pull up the anchor, when the anchor wouldn't budge he decided to carefully turn the boat around to a different angle and try again. This time the anchor started to come up, and while Kenny was operating the winch he was continuously being pelted by heavy rain. "They said this wasn't supposed to be here until tomorrow!"

Once Kenny got the anchor back up to the boat he locked it in place and tried to look for a place to dock, however while he was looking around he saw two large waterspouts forming, one slightly smaller than the other.

"AW COME ON!" Kenny roared.

"That's it I'm getting out of here!" Kenny told himself, shifting the boat out of park and driving it south, trying to get as far away as possible from the two waterspouts chasing him.

The mostly brown haired man drove for ten minutes before seeing a very, very, VERY large island before him. Kenny knew that anywhere was better than the open water and being sucked up by the waterspouts. As Kenny got closer to the island he scanned the coastline for anywhere to dock, unfortunately Kenny wasn't able to get a good look because his worst fears came true: he felt his boat being lifted up... with him on it.

Kenny was holding onto his boat for dear life as his boat was thrown onto the island like a dodge-ball. He was then thrown onto the beach and was instantly knocked out. After that his boat landed right on top of him.

The fisherman probably would've preferred the waterspouts compared to where he landed; because now Kenny is stuck on Isla Nublar, unconscious, under a boat, with a very severe thunderstorm heading his way.

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So how was that? Please don't flame on me because of the terms that I used, I don't really know anything about the mechanics of a boat. But other than that how did you like the music and the hurricane scene? Betcha weren't expecting that! Well actually you probably were being that I mentioned it in the prologue.

I also have something important to tell you all. Remember what I told you about me sticking to this story, that is what's going to be happening. This is what I'll be uploading until the end of the story. I am sorry to anyone who was waiting on my other stories but I think that it would be best if I just completely focused my attention on one story. Also I am really into this story now, I just can't stop writing it!

I apologize for making this chapter short but I didn't want to bore you with fishing because I didn't think that I could stretch that very far. I also didn't want to extend this chapter any farther because my character is completely alone on the boat. But don't worry the chapters will get longer from here on out. Chapter two should be slightly-somewhat longer than this, and chapter three especially longer than that.

I hope that you enjoyed this chapter (I know that you did) and as always reviews are very appreciated but are your option and yours alone. Can't wait to get started writing chapter two!

Here is a sneak preview of Chapter two: Why Here?!

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"Is this a dart?" Kenny said as he pulled a long needle-like object with red feathers on the end from the tree, then he felt like he won the lottery. "Wait, that means that people hunt here!"

Kenny quickly took his backpack off and opened it to take out a granola bar, before seeing bullet casings on the ground. "What the? Why would you tranquilize animals just to shoot them afterwards?"

Kenny put his backpack back on while clicking his tongue in thought.

"I just don't understand." Kenny muttered. "You wouldn't shoot them with bullets if you were going to transport them, and you wouldn't tranq them if they were already dead."

"Wait, why haven't I seen any animals yet anyways?" Kenny wondered. "With how far I was away from Costa Rica people wouldn't just go this far out just to hunt deer or something."

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Hope you like it! See you later!

[Updated 8/3/16]