It took a bit longer than I thought it would to get up here, but I said within the week, I've got till tomorrow! This chapter's longer than the last one, but that one was REALLLLY short. Hope this makes up for it.

And a note!

I know that what I wrote in this chapter doesn't follow exactly what happened in the movie – so, hardcore Kong fans – don't beat me up too bad, it's all for the sake of the story. Back in June's point of view, by the by.

Chapter Five : Confrontation

The whispers on the ship throughout the rest of the day were unstiltered. As I cooked and cleaned with Lumpy in the kitchen, several men had come in with reports of the scandals of Jack Driscoll and Carl Denham. I kept my mouth shut as rumours of buried treasures, lost civilizations and secret islands buzzed around me. I waited for Jimmy before I started confirming or denying and stories. At this point, most anything could be false. Or, more importantly, true.

A few minutes before Lumpy rang the dinner bell, Jimmy arrived. He slinked back into a chair in a far corner and opened his book. I was confused at how he didn't come speak to me. I realized then just how many people there were around me, early and ready for dinner. Jimmy's eyes shot over the top of the book at me, and he tipped his head, motioning to me.

I picked up a bucked of water and a rag to 'wipe down' the tables. As I neared his, I said under my breath, 'What's going on?'

'I don't know.' Jim whispered in reply, 'Mister Hayes talked to Englehorn. He hadn't heard anything about 'skull island' either.

I bit my lip and looked from the rag I was sweeping about the table to Jimmy. His forehead was knotted.

'You haven't asked Mister Denham yet?'

Jimmy shook his head, eyes darting to the door where Carl Denham had just swaggered in. The man sat at a table not far from ours with his assistant Preston.

Jimmy looked determinedly at his book, and I continued on my way, wiping the tables until Lumpy rang the bell and I helped him serve the food out of the galley.

After dinner, scrubbing once more in the galley, Lumpy was talking to the Captain, Jimmy, and another of the crewmen named Bill in hushed voices in the mess.

I did my best to read lips and drop some eaves from where I was, but they were conscious of the constantly prying ears and eyes that were everywhere on the Venture. Anyway, I reasoned in the back of my head that Jimmy would tell me everything later.

I gave up trying to spy quickly and kept to my work. By the time I was nearly finished, Lumpy had begun enjoying a cigarette near his pokey little bird, and Jimmy was standing in the doorway with his hands in his pockets. I dried my hands on my apron and stepped over to him.

'Has anyone talked to Denham?' I asked quietly, even though Lumpy likely knew as much as Jimmy could tell me.

He leaned against the doorway and shook his head. 'Denham always comes in here at night, right?'

'Give or take a few times, yeah.'

Jimmy nodded. 'We're going to talk to him here.'

It wasn't long before Denham strode in confidently, unawares that the whole ship was talking about him, and the chase began. Lumpy and Jimmy got him started, and Mister Hayes stepped out from the shadows as well. Their confrontation didn't last long. Soon enough, the men had Denham and Mister Driscoll up in the captain's lounge, and I never heard much about Skull Island or wherever it was we were headed.

Jimmy andI walked up to the bow of the ship and planted ourselves on our regular boxes. It had now been dark for a good few hours, but the sky was not lit with stars. Nearly every other night at sea had covered us with a dazzling blanket of stars.

'We're turning around.' Jimmy said after a moment and stood. 'Mister Hayes and Skipper must have a handle on where we are now.'

Sure enough, Denham and Driscoll were out on the wing bridge, looking rather forlorn, while Mister Hayes and the Captian scrounged about with maps and charts inside.

'Oh, I hope we're not going back to New York,' I said sadly, resting my head in my hands. 'I was starting to look forward to the Far East.'

Jimmy didnt reply. Sometimes he'd do that - stuck in his own world, I figured. He was leaning against the mast with his hands in his pockets.

'Jimmy! Jimmy, get up in the nest, we need your eye!'

Mister Hayes had shouted from the wing bridge. As I looked up towards him, I realized that we were caught in a thickening cloud of fog. Jimmy seemed startled by this realization too, and made for the mast ropes, scurrying upwards.

I stood up and walked to the very front of the Venture, leaning against and beyond the bars holding me on. I did my best to peer through the fog, but to no avail. Any lights that were shone at it were reflected right back, creating even more of a visibility problem. Englehorn shouted that most of them be turned off.

The ship was slowing considerably. Mister Hayes had Bill, the man he had been meeting with before, measure the depth of the water around us, in case we hit unexpected land.

I looked up the mast towards Jimmy. He was nearly falling off the bars, he was leaning so far, straining his eyes to see any glimmer of something.

'30 fathoms!' came the shout from Bill.

The water was losing depth, and fast. I could feel the ship beneath me slow further. There was a deathly silence on board, as though everyone thought they might hear whatever we were approaching, if anything. The only sound was the steady, rumbling heartbeat of the engines. The suspense was unbearable.

Then, suddenly: 'WALL! THERE'S A WALL AHEAD!'

Jimmy had shouted desperately from his vantage point, and there, right before us, breaking through the thick dog was a high, sharp, and very formidable wall.

Shouts arose from the ship. Englehorn and Hayes yelled to turn the ship away from head on collision, but it seemed hopeless to me. From where I was standing on the bow, the wall was no more than 30 feet from me. I heard Jimmy's voice break from above me.

'June, hold on to something, fast!'

He was bracing himself about the nest and mast jutting through the platform he stood on. There was very little around me to grab hold of - I ran for the railing mounted against the cabin wall closest to me - at least 20 feet away.

Before I knew it, there was a sickening crunch and a lurch. I was thrown off my feet, hitting the deck hard. My head bounced off the wooden boards with a thud. I looked to the side and saw the heavy box I had previously been sitting on slide towards me. I snapped my eyes shut and turned my head as quickly as possible.

When the box struck the side of my head, the world went black. When I did see anything, it was blurry and unsteady. I heard Jimmy calling my name frantically from the nest and I realized I was wet. I panicked for a second, thinking I had been thrown into the water. But I felt the hardness of the deck, so that couldent be right. The ship was tossing violently in the ocean that had been so calm just moments before.

There were more shouts from above. Jimmy looked as if he was nearly ready to climb the ropes back to the deck, but the tossing of the ship was giving him a bit of trouble.

I tried to raise myself onto my elbows. My head was swimming and throbbing. White spots appeared in front of my eyes. Captain Englehorn was shouting orders over the chaos. Everytime one of the massive waves hit the ship, water poured over me and the ship lurched violently. I kept hearing Jimmy from above me, shouting warnings of rocks to the Captain.

'June, get to the mast and hold on!'

Jimmy was adressing me this time. I looked up blearily, the white spots sitting right where he would have been in my line of sight. It would be easy enough to make it to the mast. It wasnt more than 5 feet away.

I didnt even bother trying to stand up. It would have been too hard with all of this movement, anyways. I pulled myself onto my elbows once again and did what I could to reach the mast.

I wrapped the mast ropes around my fists and pulled myself up, leaning against the mast itself. The ship got caught in another merciless wave and pitched around again. My head was starting to clear, the ragdoll feeling slipping away but a very steady pounding in my head replaced it. I brought my hand to my forehead, and my fingers came away slick and red. I clutched the ropes on the mast helplessly, wishing I could help the bustleing men around me. I looked around, making out the bizzare rock formations that were caging us in. There was a large swell suddenly plucking up the Venture that carried us to the side, directly into the path of a large rock that jutted out violently from the ocean. I wrapped the ropes around my hands tightly this time, prepared for the impact.

We slammed into the rock smoothly, if an action like that can be described in such a way. The Venture was lodged in the rock, tilted slightly to the side so that the whole ship was on an angle.

The ocean's state had changed suddenly once more. Now it was a steady, wavy but calm stretch of water again. The crew members took off their hats in puzzlement at this odd weather. Even stranger was what they saw beyond the confines of the ship.

In the now arriving dawn, the wall that was warned about was now perfectly visible. It stretched as far as the eye could see in both directions. It was ragged and sharp, but obviously man-made. The rocks around us were all carved in shapes of frightening characters and demons. Even the rock that our own ship was stuck in seemed to have a face.

Jimmy had landed on the deck next to me and looked me over worriedly. I unwrapped my shivering, raw hands from the ropes and brought my fingers to my head once more. The gash must have been large, as my fingers came back covered in blood once more. The cut felt to be on my hairline, above my eyebrow and just missing my temple. Jimmy drew his breath in quickly at the sight of it, and lifted a hand as though to comfort me.

'Come on, then,' He said, 'You'll have a concussion for sure. Mister Hayes will want to have a look at it.'

I knooow, still not very long. Sorry, not much of an urge to write this past week, lots has been happening around me. And my friend stepped on my finger in heels tonight! Big and purple and throbbing, and all that. Oh, the suffering! All to type up this chapter!

ahahhaha, can we say overdramatic?

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