At dawn, the following day, Jim woke to see an object on the horizon. He yawned, then stretched and pulled out his binoculars. Through them he saw the distinctive shape of the second boat. He smiled.

Along the beach were the remnants of the previous night's barbeque, surrounded by a few khaki green tents. Lying in the sand sat Hans, who had watched over his paralyzed brother the whole night; though a sleeping bag placed right next to him would suggest otherwise.

"Hans, our friends have finally arrived", Jim said.

Hans smiled and turned to his brother, who smiled back.

"You'll be better soon", he said, "In a few minutes we'll be able to treat you".

The others were still asleep, but the three men who were awake gazed out onto the horizon, and watched the approaching shape of David's boat.

Steve was awoken by the rumbling engine of a boat, and the crunching noise of the sand as it landed on the beach. He knew his friend had finally made it.

He popped his head out of the tent and saw a smiling Jim greeting somebody. That must be David, thought Steve. He then noticed his own good friend Mike step out of the boat's cabin, and take in the warmth of the morning sun.

"Mike", called Steve. He exited his tent and ran towards Mike, who cheerily waved at him. This also awoke some of the others though, including Bruce, who felt that he needed maybe a few more minutes sleep.

"I knew you'd make it", Steve said to his friend, as he happily greeted the now satisfied navigator.

"So where is the casualty?", asked Sarah, who was holding a syringe full of 'compy bite' antidote.

"He's right over here", said Jim gesturing towards Herman, who was now showing optimisim since he knew he could now be cured. Sarah approached him, kneeled and injected the liquid into one of his veins. As she did this, David looked into the medical supplies inventory to see what else there was. Numerous vials and bottles lay inside, including a large one labelled 'dilophosaur eye wash'. David didn't like this, as it gave him the idea that this type of dinosaur could fire poison as a projectile; and quite rightly so. He just hoped that he didn't come into contact with that particular specie.

"Okay, you'll be fine after a few hours, where you'll get your movement back", explained Sarah to Herman. As she got up, David asked her about the dilophosaur.

"What exactly are dilophosaurs?", he said.

"They are very beautiful, but very deadly carnivores, with the ability to spit venom", she explained to him.

"Spit?", he said, "So that's why there's the eyewash in the medical inventory".

"Yes", she replied, "But don't worry too much about the, I don't think they're found on this island, only Nublar". David grimaced.

The others were just waking up now, opening the entrances to their tents and allowing their eyes to adjust to the light. Slowly they got up and welcomed their friends from the other vessel.

"Right, lets get this show on the road, shall we?", proclaimed Jim, now that everyone was back together.

Two all terrain Land Rovers drove through the Jungle, crashing through branches and splashing through puddles, as they followed a very rough path. The vehicles were very tough, and so were used to make a pathway for the rest to follow in their jeeps and motorbikes. Though the forest was thick with vegetation, Jim, who was in the lead Land Rover, made sure not to cause too much damage to the surrounding environment. He made sure that David, in the second LR, did likewise. All that he wanted was to create a trail that they could follow back to the boats when it was time to leave.

Eventually the forest cleared, and the vehicles drove out onto plains, which had a river running through, as well as a lake. Jim slowed the LR, and stopped, his eyes fixed on the landscape before him. He heard the halt of the other vehicles as well. Slowly he opened the door and got out. Before him was the most amazing sight he had ever seen.

At least a hundred herbivores, of all different species and sizes, beheld an awesome sight. Though Jim wasn't quite sure what exactly they were, one man did. Peter walked over to him and explained what they all were seeing.

"You see those huge long necked dinosaurs, with the whip like tails?", he said, his voice full of exhilaration, "Those are Apatosaurs".

Jim nodded in acknowledgement, as he gazed at the massive grey walls of moving flesh. The creatures themselves were only 150 metres away.

"The other long necked one you see there, the taller one, is a Brachiosaur", continued Peter, talking clearly, making sure that the others could hear.

Steve and Mike stood side by side, along with Sarah, who also did her share of explanations. Steve nodded in acknowledgement to the facts, though Mike was frankly, more interested in her.

"Those ones with the crests are Parasaurolophus", she told them, "And those with the tail clubs are Ankylosaurs".

"Oh yes, I think I've heard of them", piped up Mike, "What are those?", he then asked, pointing towards a group of the herbivores, which had rounded crests.

"Corythosaurs", came the reply.

She then scanned the landscape with her eyes, and observed a Stegosaur walking on its own.

"I don't need to tell you what that one is", she chuckled.

Steve laughed in response, but Mike was a little embarrassed. He didn't know. His friend looked at him.

"You seem a bit sheepish", said Steve.

"No, not at all", replied Mike, "I think I've left something in the jeep". He walked off, praying that Sarah hadn't taken him for a fool.

Hans stepped forward in front of the awestruck Jim. In his hands was a 303. hunting rifle, which he been preparing during Peter's talk.

"Ready", he said, "Time to start the hunt I think".

Jim looked at him in surprise, as did the majority of the group.

"I can understand the hunting of carnivores" said Jim, "But why would you want to kill these majestic giants?"

Hans smiled, then ignored Jim's question and climbed into a jeep.

"Looks like it's just us Mark", he said to a dark haired man, "Come on, you drive, I shoot".

Mark Harley had obviously forgotten all about Herman's encounter, as he simply sat down in the driver's seat, and started up the engine. Ethan protested at that moment.

"You can't kill them; Jim, stop them", he said.

"I'm afraid I can't do anything, but I do agree with you, the purpose of this trip is to hunt carnivores, and not murder innocent plant eaters", was Jim's reply, his own voice hardening with irritation. He was beginning to look at Hans as a bit of an ignorant fool, and he had already seen that in Mark.

The jeep revved up, and drove off towards the living mass of gentle creatures.

"Yeah", yelled out Hans in exhilaration. His rifle poised over the bonnet. Mark manoeuvred the jeep through a herd of Gallimimus; the ostrich like dinosaurs scattered in panic. Then the killing began.

"What jerks", said Karen, as she observed the slaughter in disgust. Hans meanwhile was quite happy, as he blasted the swift runners, which he considered to be no more than moving targets.

Jack was disappointed with Hans. He thought his friend could at least manage some respect for the animals. Still, this was only the start of the trip, he thought, there is still time for his attitude to change.

Meanwhile, Hans' attention turned to the Apatosaurs. They were panicking as well as the rest of the herbivores. Though they had very small brains, they seemed to realise that this small metal monster had the ability to take lives, and so they feared for their own.

"Stop the jeep", said Hans, "And watch".

Mark did so and watched at the frightened creature. He arrogantly marvelled at the fact that even though they were so much smaller than the huge sauropod, they still had the ability to terrify it.

With a stable platform to shoot from now, Hans smiled as he peered through the scope. He chose the small target of the Apatosaurus's head and manoeuvred the crosshairs until it lay over the desired area.

As soon as the creature's swaying neck was still enough, he fired off a shot. The bang from the gun rang out across the plains.

Watching this sickened everyone else. The gargantuan body of the Apatosaurus fell to the ground with a humongous thud. Its mate had escaped death, but now looked at its fallen partner with a great sadness. It moaned for its loved one.

"Bastard", said Jim under his breath.

"Hahaa", yelled Hans triumphantly, "I'm truly a marksman", he boasted. The gentle giant he had just slaughtered lay perfectly still, the blood from its macerated head seeped into the flowing waters of the river.

The background noise had somewhat changed however. Before, it had been an orchestra of normal social sounds, such as the musical calls of the Parasaurolophus. Now it was a mixture of grunts and bellows, and a towering Brachiosaur lumbered up to the vehicle.

"I think we need to get out of here, Hans", said a nervous Mark.

"No, hold on, I can take him", Hans replied, as he struggled to load a round into his gun.

"No, Hans, we have to leave now", panicked Mark.

The Brachiosaur rose up into the air, standing on its hind legs, directly over the jeep. Before Hans could protest Mark kicked the vehicle into reverse and sped backwards just as the gargantuan creature came crashing down.

As the jeep stopped, to allow Mark to change gear they heard a noise behind them. All of a sudden a huge clubbed tail swung into the back of the jeep, barely missing them. Both men screamed.

The jeep's boot was smashed up badly, and Hans turned and fired a shot at the Ankylosaur who had attacked them. The bullet simply ricocheted of the animal's heavy armour, and simply angered it more so.

Mark pressed down on the accelerator and zoomed off away from the source of attacks.

They were however, still travelling in the wrong direction, which was away from the others, who stood out of harms way, in a mixture of feelings. Some of them felt angry, a few felt anxiety. Jim felt both.

Then it happened. Mark didn't look where he was going and they entered the jungle. As the vegetation started smacking against the bonnet, Hans noticed a major detail in the topography; the ground in front of them suddenly stopped.

Before they could do anything it was too late. The jeep flew over the edge and rolled down the steep hill. Hans was flung from the vehicle, but Mark was inside for the whole journey to the bottom.

The jeep lay on its back, Mark lying unconscious within it. Hans, who had been caught on an exposed tree root had only sprained his ankle, but was otherwise too shocked to do or say anything.

Jim had seen the jeep suddenly vanish, and was deeply concerned for the two men's well beings, even though they had just carried out a murderous deed.

"Oh Shit", said Jim, clasping his hands over his head, "Quickly, into a vehicle, we need to rescue those two idiots before anything else can happen to them". Though deep down he felt satisfied that they had been punished for they're misdeed.

Within in moments, the people who had watched Hans and Mark with disgust were setting out to rescue the two men from what probably was a very dangerous place to be. As the assortment of transport drove over the plains, the massive plant eaters bellowed at the vehicles in agitation. Soon Jim had reached the point where Hans and Mark had disappeared.

"Hans", he called, "Mark, are you all right".

He heard a groan from beneath where he was standing. It was Hans.

"Stay there Hans", he said calmly, "I'll throw down a rope".

As Jim went back to the LR to grab what he needed, David peered over the edge to survey the situation. Hans was only 8 metres or so down, but the wrecked jeep containing Mark had fallen all the way to the bottom, which was about 24 metres.

Jim returned with a rope, but just as he threw it down they heard a noise. It wasn't very loud at first, just the crack of a few twigs, but then it emerged from the forest. A Ceratosaurus.

It had come to investigate the damaged vehicle, which more than likely lay in its territory. Everyone froze, as the creature approached the inverted jeep, except for Hans, who started groping for his rifle. It lay just out of reach, caught on some ferns.

"Hans, for God's sake, stay still", hissed Jim, through his teeth.

"But I can kill it", he said arrogantly, fumbling around for his weapon. He stretched out one arm and managed to grab a hold. However he lost his balance and ended up sliding all the way down to the bottom, where he lay with a mouth full of dirt, his gun once again lost from him.

The Ceratosaur let out a roar of surprise, sounding a lot like that of a leopard's roar. The noise did indeed have a purr to it, and Hans looked up to see the creature looking down at him with confused eyes.

Damn, damn, damn, thought Jim. If that dino doesn't kill him, I most certainly will.

The Ceratosaurus had a reddish pink coloration, which covered all of its body, though it was darker on its head and neck. Broad black markings ran down its back, and its skin was bumpy, especially on its neck and head. On the end of its snout was its most distinctive feature, a horn.

It wasn't too big, only about 5 metres in length, but it was big enough for Hans. Mark was also coming too by now, and although he was upside down, he could make out the scaly feet of the theropod.

Jim loaded up a rifle and aimed it directly at the head of the Ceratosaur. Meanwhile, Karen was idly standing, observing the environment around her, rather than Hans lying in the path of a meat eater. She couldn't care less what happened to Hans, she had already decided he was an arrogant arsehole. As well as Karen, Sarah didn't care too much either. She knew that he would probably be okay anyway, as long as he didn't do anything foolish...

Before the thought could come into her head fully, she and the others heard the bark of a pistol. Hans had drawn his Luger from a hidden holster and had just fired a round into the animal's flank. It roared in anger as it felt the bite of the bullet, and turned towards Hans, snapping its jaws as a threat.

Another gunshot, Jim had fired a round with the intent of missing, in order to scare the beast. It worked and the Ceratosaur retreated into the forest, full of bewilderment.

Poor creature thought Sarah, it doesn't understand. Poor creature thought Karen, it missed out on a meal.