((Author Note: Change of Point of View. This was original written in first person. It wasn't working out as well as I liked. I changed the point of view to make the story flow better. If you've been reading it before now, don't worry. I changed a little, but most the detials are still the same. No need to reread it unless you just dieing too.))

It was dark the day they came and even darker the night of the sacrifice. The monsters that had come to the island, the white ghosts needed to be scared away. They had entered the burial ground, the holy earth no creature should walk on. They had touched the dead, angered the spirits. The girl walking among the stones had noticed them. She'd gone over to them, ready to protect the old that lived close by. She was brave and strong.

The girl went over and didn't even flinch when the men saw her. They had spoken to the young girl in a tongue the child didn't know. They gave her something that, in her small mind, might have been poison. They called it "chocolate" over and over again. She wondered if that was the white word for poison.

The girl would not eat it as they were motioning for her two. A man that had grown the wrong way, to the side instead of up, had even touched her.

Three strikes against them: they walked on the forbidden ground, disturbed the dead and touched a pure Matika. Only Kong is to touch a Matika. They are virgins and sacrifices in time of need to Kong. Men do not touch the Matika on penalty of death. Only then, did all the soldiers come out and attack, only then did they kill the White monsters.

Then the true powers of the White Monsters were seen. They had sticks with fire. They were much like poison dark guns only louder and more powerful. Fifteen of her people were killed. In the middle of this, her grandmother noticed something. They had only one female. What kind of a silly people has only one female? Whom will the other males mate with to make children? How will they have grandchildren?

The smartest man in the tribe came up with the idea to kidnap the female and offer her to Kong. They would have to go back for another or their kind would die out. The warriors went to get her. They went to the floating log that the White monsters came in.

They came back with the precious female. "The priestess will be putting her on the service block any moment," one of the shamans told the younger members of the tribe. They all sat around a fire watching as the dramatic man retold the tale of how they had found the new comers.

One girl in particular watched and listened closer than all the others. This was the third time she had heard the same tale, only with new, improved details. After hearing the story she raced up to the top of one the towers. A few men were standing in front of her making it hard to see, but she could hear very well.

It wasn't the most comfortable of places to be. The ceremonial necklace of bone and the stones were cold against the white woman's neck and poking her in places. She could not breathe too deeply without being stabbed. The people around her were pushing it into her, making the pain worse.

The priestesses below were tying the female up. She sounded so scared, so small down there. Didn't she know better? No one screamed on the island, besides those who wished to die; even babies were kept silent from the day they were born. This Ghost Woman was making a horrible, loud scream; Kong would come for her soon. A snapping of twigs in the distance pronounced that the time had come. Kong would not be far.

The trees weren't moving yet, but they would. A smile crossed the native girl's lips as she waited. The woman would go to his home and he would do what he did with his women. No one was sure what happened after a Matika left, just that the girl didn't come back. She heard a loud unified gasp and the suddenly silence as he walked up to the offering. The woman made the horrifying scream again. Did she think that it would save her? A sound cannot save you.

Suddenly a push came from behind the girl in the crowd. Everyone was rushing forward for some unknown reason. She ducked to the edge, out of the way. She didn't know what was going on, but the stampede of feet and bodies told her it was bad. As the crowd got thin, she saw something white in the distance. The person was moving with a stick in hand. The white monsters had come back to get their female.

It didn't take more then a moment to for her feet were swift and sure. She saw her sister on the ground, looking confused, and picked her up then kept going. Even on the slippery rocks, she did not lose her footing. She kept going faster and faster, away from the sounds of fighting. She hid inside one of the main caves, deep away from the monsters and the men. Two other girls and their smallest sister came in to hide. Still many men and women were out there being attacked by the intruders. She wanted to go help, but her sister's strong hand told her she could not go. Her sister was shaking with fear, so she held her. She kept her close for a long time as she listened.

Finally, there was silence outside of the cave, a long silence that told her the danger was gone. She got up, leaving her sister. She needed to go survey the area. She found the entrance of the gate overridden by the trespassers and their fire sticks. They were going into the forest one by one, then others going back to the boat. She stayed back behind a tree and no one saw her there. There were at least 30 men walking through the forest. One of them had dark skin, like her own. He was speaking with a younger one about something.

"You can't come," the black one told the younger. "But I want to help," the boy insisted.

"Go back to the ship," the dark one said walking away, a very disappointed look on his face.

She did not know why, but the idea that they had family groups made her smile. Perhaps they were not monsters after all.

She noticed five of her brethren doing the same thing. 'Are the White Ghosts really so blind that they do not see us?' she asked herself. None of the monsters noticed her so she kept moving. She moved up to the spot she had held the night before and watched them. Surely, they did not care so much for one female that they would go into the world of the monsters for it! She shook her head and went back down to the seashore.

In this world, she knew one female was never to be saved. If they were not strong enough to survive on their own, they did not live. Was this wrong? Perhaps the White Monsters cared so much for their female because she was the only one. Perhaps she was a Matika or shaman, someone very important--even so, why risk all your men for one female? It didn't seem right. She turned, decided it was safer to stop her thinking: thinking was dangerous on the island.

She went about her chores. She collected flowers for dinner and hunted down a rat with her clan mates. They ate, yet everything felt different for her. She was curious. At the corner of her mind was the ship that she had not been allowed to enter. She wanted to see it. Part of her wished to know how they had gotten to the island, and how you got away.

The warrior that went to the ship spoke of a great substance that was hard like a rock yet floated like wood. He spoke of smoke coming out of the top yet nothing was on fire. The ghost men were smart, in some ways. Still they were foolish enough to go into the forbidden forest of monsters. 'Perhaps they will all die in there and we will have a chance to look through the ship,' she thought. She'd enjoy that.

For the moment, at least half of the men were still onboard. They were protecting the ship. At least the men were not dumb in all ways. They knew to protect what mattered to them. She watched the ship like a hawk. She wished to see it more than anything. Her sharp eyes caught a glimpse of something white going towards it. The ship had landed only one sun ago, yet it seemed it would leave.

The man was alone, the others must have died. She rejoiced in that news and hoped the rest would leave soon with their tempting devices. Although part of her wished the young boy and dark man hadn't been eaten by monsters.

Later while she was on watch duty over the ship, the men came back out. They had the first man that had come back, and the rest of the ship fallowed him. They were leaving the ship unguarded. Again they did this all of this for a female. They were not the smart people she had assumed they were. After the men were gone, she hit the rocks to tell the others danger was gone. She wanted to know what the ship was. She wanted to know what it looked like inside, how it felt--everything about it.

She waited until the sun was high in the sky. They had not come back and it was starting to look as if the last of them would not come back at all. Her curiosity got the better of her: if she didn't go now she'd go mad. She jumped into the water and swam the length over. She'd been swimming the channels since she was twelve and knew them well. She made her way over to the ship, then got up on a rock a few feet away.

Patience was key in anything one did, though this day she had none. She wanted to know what this ship was. What these people were doing, where they were going, everything that made these people do what they did. These were the first people to step foot on the island besides her own in a very long time. Surely, they could take the time to get to know about them, even if they were dead.

Finally, the sun dried her wet skin and she walked onto the ship. The side closest to the rock was in shadow hiding her quite easily, making it easy for her to move onboard. The sides were very odd. They were cold like rock, hard like rock, yet floated. The ground was trees but it wasn't now trees naturally grew. She smelled the scent of unwashed bodies and fires all around her.

Someone was coming up the side, a very fat man with a limp. She did not know what he was doing, but it didn't look good. He was taking apart his pants. There was a loud "zzz" sounds then he turned. His head started to move so she hid. A trunk was near by, like the trunk of a tree only with vines coming out of the sides. She stayed behind the trunk of wood listening closely. She heard water-hitting water and realized he was releasing waste into the ocean; such was an act that would upset the gods of the sea, and the monsters of it, too. The White Monsters didn't respect anything.

A sense of danger was something she was born used to. The world for her was danger; to not be on one's toes all the time was suicide.

The moment she heard him stop and put his pants back together, she held her breath. Would he come her way? He didn't and she was in the clear once again. She went inside what looked like a cave. The rock that was in front of it was light yet attached to it. She walked inside of the very enclosed cave and smiled. They knew what a cave was. That was good. She walked by light put into see-through rocks. All right, that was odder then she'd liked to see.

She heard another man coming inside. She quickly raced down. She found stairs and went down them. The man fallowed. She kept going and going. The stairs went down three flights then suddenly she was in a place of iron.

The man still came. She went faster then got into some of the gates. She hid in the darkness of one and waited. The man walked in and stood looking around. He stepped without looking. He was clumsy when he stepped and didn't see it. He put his oddly shaped foot into something foul smelling, an animal dropping of some kind. Some kind of dropping that she didn't know.

She was worried. She'd learn long ago not knowing an animal could get you killed. She watched him closely as he went over to the other cage and stepped inside. He put something under his arm, some kind of twisted metal that made a constant tapping sound as he carried it away. She took a deep breath, smelled something odd on the air. She turned around to see some bottles with scribbles on them. She bent down, smelling them closely.

She picked it up putting it closer to her face and smelled. Suddenly she felt dizzy; her body was tired. She put the bottle down and walked out of the cage. What had she done to the gods to make them make her sleepy now? She stumbled her way to the wall. Perhaps she could get out before she passed out. No, there was no way. She would never be able to swim home. She made her way over to a smaller cage. Carefully she put herself in there using all the energy she had left. Her eyes slide closed as she prayed to Kong for forgiveness and protection.

((Author Note: I hope you enjoy this. I'm having a lot of fun writing it so far. It's a little hard for me. I'm not used to making a story so full of action. Normally, I use a lot more speaking from the characters. Still I am doing my best and trying to keep up the good work.))