A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I love you all who review! So. King Kong out last week. I still don't have it. But I found it in a drawer when I was looking for my camera charger…so I guess I'm getting it for Easter. Really. Who gets movies for Easter?
Jimmy's words were garbled as the fifty or so questions that formed in his mind tried to escape.
"You're here!" He managed to exclaim.
"No I am a figment!" The tall sailor mocked, swishing his hands about in a ghostly manner. Jimmy noted a long fresh wound stretching from his thumb to the middle of his forearm.
"Did we leave you somewhere?" Jimmy asked.
"We? Are they still here?" He looked hopeful. Jimmy looked down and kicked the dirt.
"No, it's just me." He replied quietly. The momentary relief of finding someone to share the terrors of the island with was fading already. They still had no way out. He racked his frazzled brain for the name of this particular sailor. He was in his thirties or so he knew, though he looked much older. His weather beaten face always held a humorous glimmer. Jimmy was amazed that he hadn't lost his sailor's hat during through the escapades on the island. He ran his hand through his hair, a pang of wistful recollect met with his feeling of vacancy.
It was three days after Hayes had found him in the animal cages on The Venture when he had received his hat. A tad on the large side, it would always fall over his eyes causing him to frequently walk into the unwary passing sailor.
"Where'd you come from?" The crewman asked. He tried to keep a lighthearted tone to his voice, but Jimmy noted the way his eyes darted nervously, and how he shifted his weight from each foot as though ready to sprint off at the first sign of danger.
"Dunno really," he chuckled at the absurdity of that statement, nearly drowned, and I woke up and those…people got me. And here I am!" He summed up the events of the past few hours.
"I woke up with all these freaky creepy crawlers all about!" The sailor yanked on the strap that held up his gun. "Luckily I had this with me." He sniggered nervously and patted the gun.
The two became shockingly aware of the strange and foreboding sounds that that thick quilt of forest around them emitted.
"What are we gonna do?" Jimmy groaned helplessly. Even with the company of…Paul? Jake? Whatever his name was, he felt as vulnerable as ever to the ferocity of the island. What horrors lay right behind the tree trunks and leaves?
"We gotta find a place where we can see the ocean, we can built a fire and…"
"Fire? Are you kidding?" Jimmy stared incredulously at him.
"How else can we get rescued?"
"You mean, how else can we get eaten alive?"
"Too shay."
The nameless sailor turned and began to claw his way through the thick basket weaved copse of branches and assorted vines.
"What makes you think we can get to the ocean that way?" Jimmy protested.
"Jimmy," the sailor said politely, "we're on an island." The sound of his name stung. Would the memories never stop now that Hayes was gone? More than once had Hayes noted Jimmy's tendency to hasten to conclusions, actions and everything without thinking things through.
They trudged and scrabbled through the forest for the better part of two hours. Small talk was simply unnecessary and illogical. Jimmy tried to remain as silent as possible in the hopes of bypassing any possible threats. Carnivorous dinosaurs, bugs, quicksand, and monstrous genetically impossible apes…you know…the normal things an eighteen-year-old sailor has to deal with. At least…Jimmy thought he was eighteen, but he had been saying that for a while now. It was hard to keep track of your age when you didn't know when your birthday was…
There were parts of the forest when the trees above them would completely block out the sun, which had risen nearly an hour ago. These were chilling moments, Jimmy half expected to be grabbed at the ankle by an enchanted tree root and pulled under the damp soil to be devoured by…something foul.
However when the sun did shine through the bountiful number of trees, a bewildering sense of peace overcame him as he traipsed rhythmically behind the other crewman whose name Jimmy definitely decided was Paul.
"Look!" Paul shouted nearly a half hour later. Jimmy looked up and dropped the stick he had been dragging on the ground beside him.
There was a clearing up ahead, and beyond it was a stretch of the dark blue sea that eventually collided with the pastel blue sky. But what now? That seemed to be the question of the year. The Captain and the others had most likely by now realized that they were short two crewmembers. Either they had simply disregarded this fact, or were on their heroic way back to Skull Island. Jimmy decided on the former.
Aboard the Venture:
The crew handled with great difficulty the task of getting King Kong onto the ship. Ignoring the protests of Ann, Captain Englehorn gave in to the greedy Carl Denham and didn't mind the prospects of earning a portion of the profits that Denham's show would surely rake in.
"The level is going to give any moment now!" A crewmember shouted at the Captain as Kong's weight made the wooden floor of the deck where he was tied up shiver with strain. Beneath him under the deck lay the animal storage deck and consequentially, the supply of choloroform needed to keep him sedated. It would all be crushed if he fell through.
Everyone aboard was standing, cautiously…waiting…wary…
What would happen once the chloroform wore off? The results would not be pretty. Nothing could be done about it.
Sure enough, the floor of the deck gave in, plank by plank, sending the drugged beast downwards so that he sat in a pool of wood and sawdust. The boat lurched slightly forward at this change in weight balance. But then…silence.
The rest of The Venture suffered no damages and no one was hurt. Yet. Kong sniffed loudly in his deadened state, making the remains of the deck tremble.
"We need to get the chloroform from under the deck." Said Englehorn.
"That's going to be rather difficult."
Two crewmen descended to where the bottom half of Kong sat beneath the deck. They saw with panic that the hundreds of bottles of chloroform were wedged inside a cage that had been blocked off almost entirely by the ape's enormous body. Only a narrow and fatal seeming passage behind Kong led to it.
"We need the smallest person on board." Englehorn declared when this news was reported. "Jimmy…where is Jimmy?"
A/N: By the way…the sailor guy I was picturing here was the one (if any of you have seen the production diaries) with the funny Scottish accent.) I know the last part was rushed like majorly, but it was just an overview really. REVIEW DARLINGS