A Dinotopia Tale

Hey everyone, so just to let you know I'm going to be picking up the story again on niccunningham's request. But they'll still be around to help out with creating the story. I hope you continue to follow along and enjoy reading it.

Chapter 2

India, 1886.

It is now the year of 1886, and we find ourselves in the land of India. The sun shone brightly within the sky before the scene changes to India's harbor. There were a few cargo ships that carried machinery and other items aboard their decks. There were also ships that carried passengers that were sailing to other parts of the world. But our focus soon turns to a steamship, which was about to set sail. It was this ship that we see many passengers getting ready to board it. It was a ship for immigrants who are seeking to find a better life across the sea. A few of the passengers were taking the last minutes to say goodbye to some friends and family members, who are choosing to stay behind to live in India.

On the dock of where the ship is, a small band playing some music as the passengers were getting on board the ship. Among the passengers was Fievel and his family, who were one of the many immigrants sailing to the United States of America to start a better life. As the family was about to get on board the ship, Fievel stopped as he looked at something that made him curious. That action caused the band to stop playing, and for the people behind him to quickly stop, while bump into each other in the process.

"Look, Papa! Water! Is it the ocean?" Asked Fievel curiously.

"Yes," replied Bernard. "Keep walking."

The band started to play again. The man behind Fievel thumped his walking stick down on the boardwalk, and the young boy continued to walk with his father. But once again, Fievel stopped as he saw something that caused him to worry.

"Look, Papa! Smoke! Is the boat on fire?" Asked Fievel in a nervously.

"No, No!" replied Bernard with a shake of his head. "Keep walking!"

"Keep walking!" shouted the passengers impatiently.

The band, slightly frustrated by Fievel's interruptions, started started playing their music again. Luckily there were no more sudden stops and soon all the passengers got on board the ship. The ship blew its whistle and started to set sail to the United States. From the ship's deck, Fievel and various others on board shouted goodbye in many languages, as they were from other countries.

A little while in the middle of the Indian Ocean, the ship was calmly sailing through the calm, yet cloudy weather. Inside the ship, some of the passengers were asleep, while others were trying to make the best of their miserable conditions aboard the ship. One of the passengers who are awake were the Moskowitz family. Bernard was playing his violin, Alla was gently rocking Yasha in her arms while humming a lullaby in tune with the music, while Fievel and Tanya were sitting between their parents.

"Are we there yet?" Fievel asked.

"Not yet. Soon." Bernard replied.

"How soon?"

"Soon," Alla replied gently.

"Maybe we should have stayed in Russia," thought and said Tanya.

"Don't worry. As long as we are together, we will be alright." Bernard said positively.

Bernard then went on playing his violin, while Alla carried on singing quietly to Yasha. As the ship continued to sail through the sea, storm clouds began to form slowly over head. As they did, the waters of the ocean slowly began to turn rough. Lighting then flashed across the dark sky with the sound of booming of thunder following along behind it. When it did, the echoing of thunder sounded like the roar of a large, ferocious beast that seemed to bring forth ominous feeling within the air. Inside the rocking ship, passengers were trying to get through the storm and were hoping it would calm down sooner or later.

Two middle-aged men were calmly and quietly playing chess in one corner. In another corner, three boys who wore different colored clothing were starting to get seasick. After a moment, they saw a boy sitting calmly in front of them, while eating a small pickle.

"Hey fellas," greeted the boy before he held up the pickle that was eating. "Wanna bite?"

His offer of sharing the pickle only made the three boys even more seasick. With the Moskowitz family, they were sitting by themselves. They all held weary expressions, along with a look of hopelessness upon their faces.

"Oh, it is the end of the world." Alla quietly said.

"No. It is worse," corrected Bernard in a somber tone.

Just then, Fievel slipped from where he was resting as the ship went rocking again in the very rough water. He slid a little way across the wet floor before sliding back over to his family again.

"Fievel, come sit here." Bernard said as he patted a space behind him.

"Yes Papa," replied Fievel with a nod.

Fievel walked up to where his father wanted him to sit and sat down. He then let out a tired sigh of boredom as he leaned up against his father's side. The family was quiet for a while before Fievel spoke up.

"This trip is going to take forever, huh pap," said Fievel as he looked up at his father.

"Yes, it would seem so," replied Bernard with a nod. "Try and get some sleep. Hopefully we'll have better weather tomorrow."

Fievel replied by letting out a little yawn before he leaned against his father's side. Fievel then closed his eyes and began to let sleep take him. As he did, Bernard wrapped his arm around his son. It wasn't long before Fievel began to dream. In his dream, he saw him and his family finally arriving in America. He saw that America was filled with exciting places to explore, and that the people there all got along with one another.

It was a wonderful dream, yet the dream came to an abrupt end when Fievel was awoken by a loud blaring sound. He quickly shot up in surprise, and saw everyone looking around in surprise. The loud blare had come from the ship's horn. The passengers muttered quietly to each other as they wondered what exactly was going on. It wasn't long before one of the sailors, who worked on the ship, walked into the room. He held a grim expression upon his face as he spoke to the passengers.

"Everyone, please calmly come up onto the deck. Gather whatever belonging you and and stay close together.

Everyone, who were all a little confused by the sailor's request, began to do what they were told.

"What's happening papa?" asked Fievel curiously.

"I'm not quite sure," replied Bernard truthfully. "But it's best that we do what he says, and gather our things.

With that, the Moskowitz family quickly gathered up their things, and then started to follow everyone up to the ship's deck.

To be continued