(A/N: I haven't been writing fanfics for long, but this is like my third or fourth one. Its a 'pop-your-life-into-the-adventure' fanfics. I just put in a few of my friends from Boy Scouts. Only two months 'till I make Star!)
Dinotopia: Found
Prologue
Matt Griffin was scared stiff. There, he'd admitted it; he was scared. As the waves rocked their boat, Matt grabbed for a handhold, and managed to grab a railing, preventing him from being swept over the side. Glenn Weaver, his Scoutmaster, shooting mentor, and all around friend, was at the steering wheel, trying to get the boat under control. Pssh, yeah, fat chance. Strangely, Matt was calm. He was calm, even as another wave pounded down onto them, and his hand began to loosen as the rail got even wetter, both from the seawater and from his sweat. Suddenly, with a crashed, Alec Garcia, a rather tall and…wide boy crashed into Matt, knocking him off the rail into Scott Fraize. All of a sudden, there was confusion, as vertigo set in, and Matt's breathing began to come short as he was crushed between the two boys. How did all this happen? It was supposed to just be a trip, and island hopping hunting trip. What was happening? He could dimly hear Glenn shouting something about hanging on and getting through this. The world was beginning to get even darker than before as his oxygen was cut off by another boy being added to the pile. Was it Sean Irvine, Blake Weaver, his brother Karl, or maybe Eric Carter? Who knew right now, and more importantly, who cared?