A/N: I love reviews. I live off of them. Like I live off of peanuts. Sorry for the delay. I had a lot of homework the past few weeks. King Kong out on DVD next week! Who's excited? I know I am.

In the state of mind between consciousness and reverie, Jimmy was hauled like a fragile cargo being loaded onto the Venture. Sure, it may be fragile, but no gave a damn.

The screeches and jumping flickering lights of torches churned everywhere.

Would they burn him at the stake maybe? No, that was so 1600's. Jimmy thought in his dreamlike condition. It was all a nightmare to him; he was still back on the Venture, sailing smoothly along the blanket of blue.

Perhaps they would simply eat him. Jimmy grimaced slightly, imagining how messy that would be. Especially without the proper utensils…

But when he laid eyes on the ominous cavern before him he snapped from his indifferent trance.

Just recently, Miss Darrow had been ruthlessly dropped upon the other side of this ravine as sacrifice to the monster who now was now traveling at great speed to New York City.

Would they do the same to him?

The beast was gone though! Were the natives unaware of this? It wasn't possible. He had come rampaging through their…erm…city.

Or maybe…

There were more of them.

Jimmy wrangled free from the unsuspecting native men who were chanting fiercely and engaging in a bizarre sort of ritualistic dance.

It was no use.

Hundreds of them it seemed to Jimmy's bleary eyes surrounded him. They shrieked and gasped and advanced upon him, while still keeping to their rhythmic dance to the sound of makeshift drums and the clash of spears upon stone. They were so terrifying, all of them, even the small children who had bones piercing through their chins and noses. How on earth…why…

He was in the center of the mass of people who were jeering at him violently. If they were angry before…now they were livid. Once more Jimmy was thrust into cold rough hands.

That's when the rain began.

It granted Jimmy a modicum of comfort as it swept his matted hair away from his face, and washed away the dried blood from his prior brush with the native's hospitality. Closing his eyes, he tried to enjoy what could be his last minutes on earth.

Life wasn't that great anyways.

So what did it matter?

But as Jimmy was jolted by a sudden urge to live as he felt thick harsh ropes forcefully lassoed around his wrists. The ground was no longer where it should be…beneath his feet.

Upon opening his eyes he gulped in a stream of rain.

He was dangling perilously over the deep endless trench that separated the creature's world from the native's.

So he would suffer the same fate as Ann. How odd, had they mistaken him for a girl?

One question though, with Kong gone…who would come to claim him on the other side?

The natives in their haste to keep peace with the ravenous merciless dwellers of beyond the cavern had set up a rickety makeshift contraption that would send their sacrifice over to the other side.

Jimmy could see the remains of the bridge that yesterday the crew had scurried across with King Kong in their wake.

The ropes tied around his wrists were attached to the highest point of the enormous stone gate behind him as well as to the frail log that held him up.

How had they done this in a single day? A giant gorilla had very nearly ruined their settlement most likely finished off a bunch of them as well.

Jimmy forced himself not to scream for mercy as he was sent forward, back into the forests, which had consumed so many of his fellow crewmates. And of course, Mr. Hayes' body that lay somewhere in there, in a very unacceptable grave.

Out in the middle he began to sway as the rope's hastily tied knot began to loosen slightly.

Don't look down. He thought to himself.

It wasn't actually the height that scared him so much; he had practically lived in the crows-nest of the Venture. However falling into pit of darkness was not entirely similar to falling onto the wooden deck of the ship.

The knot that connected Jimmy's left hand to the log above his head slipped undone andhis arm swung down. He yelped and caught the rope before it fell.

He dangled by his right wrist and clung onto the rope with his left hand.

The chants of the natives continued on behind him, more taunting that ever.

The rope around his right wrist lasted only about ten more seconds before coming undone, and sliding rapidly against his arm burning his skin.

Now hanging in the middle of the chasm, clutching onto a single rope with every limb entwined around it. Jimmy could only do one thing. Swing.

It was actually a rather good talent of his.

Whenever he thought no one was watching, he would tie a rope to the ledge of the crows-nest and swing down from it, seeing how far out he could fly.

Mr. Hayes had caught him in the act on more than one occasion and told him off.

But Jimmy was never one to follow rules.

A few more feet now, just a few more.

He kept swinging back and forth until he was able to push off of the side of the cavern, the side where the natives had gone wild, and ceased their chanting and commenced wailing loudly.

It was no good, he would have to get higher up onto the rope to make it onto safe land.

This was a strenuous task for his weary arms to partake in. In life and death situations however, weariness can transform into persistence.

Up up up he shimmied further until he was level with the ground.

One final push off the land of the natives.

It would be the final time he would set foot there.

A desperate hopeful look carved into his youthful features stole away his expression of determination as seemingly in slow motion, he touched upon the other side of the cavern.

He let go of the rope and it swung back to the middle where it hung useless in the air.

With a wry salute to the natives, Jimmy turned on his heel and marched valiantly into the mess of green ahead.

Stopping a few feet in, he looked down.

He stood inside the footprint of a very large gorilla. It made him conscious of how small he was in comparison to this ghastly world before him.

Kicking the closest tree violently with a jumble of swears he sank down to comprehend his situation.

"God, you sound like a sailor son." A voice said from only feet away.

Jimmy's stomach churned and he whirled around, coming face to face with a man in similar attire to his own.

Another member of The Venture crew.

A/N: I got so annoyed during writing this because I could think of any way to transition, so I thought about just kind of killing Jimmy to end my suffering. But he is simply too cute to kill. Anyhoo...I'll try to be quickerrrrrrrrr.