2) An Island

More nights went on for them that Scar, Mufasa, and Simba were stranded on the ocean. They were able to fish for food but they couldn't drink anything. Scar and Simba did try the water in the ocean but it made them ill. They didn't take another. Simba was already losing his faith, Mufasa was praying every night, and Scar wouldn't talk to anyone. How are they going to make it home?

"We're not going to make it," Simba cried. "Are we going to die Dad?"

"No son," said Mufasa. "We'll make it."

"Any regrets?" Scar commented. Mufasa and Simba looked to him. "Do you have any regrets Mufasa? I've got many."

"I can't think of any."

"Like you regret for being my brother? Or an uncle?" Mufasa exhaled. "Or…nothing."

He was about to say "Regretting to murder" but Scar held his tongue.

"Spit it out Scar," Mufasa pressured him.

"Let's just say…an attempt. This is your fault by the way Mufasa."

"How is this my fault?"

"If you would only remain at Pride Rock this wouldn't have to happen. You could've been honest."

"You were in danger!"

"We're in danger now, aren't we?" Simba had to nod. "A king would know what to do during situations like this."

"I can't control everything Scar! Accidents happen!"

"An accident like this?"

"The only thing that I would regret is being stuck in that cage with you!"

"Well, congratulations. We're going to die." Simba trembled.

"We're not going to die. There has to be a shore around here somewhere."

Scar scoffed but Mufasa was adamant. He has been looking around for any kind of land. From a distance, there was something. It looked like trees including a beach with hills and cliffs. The trees were forming around the hills and there were crevices forming a long pathway.

"An island!" shouted Mufasa happily.

Simba perked up instantly.

"I can see it to!" he cried. Even Scar seemed interested.

Hoping to get closer, Mufasa started to paddle into the water and directed the plank to the island. Simba tried to help that he did the other side. All Scar did was lie there but with his tail, he splashed it into the water, helping the other two.

They were reaching the island getting closer and closer, Mufasa and Simba could cry out for joy. A few more paddles and they reached the island. Scar could feel the rocks. Mufasa and Simba had to stop once the plank hit the hard rocks on the shore that Simba jumped off with high spirits.

"We made it!" he cheered. "We did it!"

Mufasa chuckled and jumped off the plank. Scar also jumped off. The lions walked to the shore of the island. They were now safe.

No longer did they have to stay on a plank, survive with fish, and endure a shipwreck. They found land. Sweet bitter land. Yet sandy but it was land.

"Yay! We made it!" Simba yelled again. "We did it!" Mufasa couldn't stop laughing at Simba's joy. Scar though ignored him.

The lions walked off the water and walked onto the sand. Around them were many trees that formed a forest instantly.

"We're not home," Scar stated.

"But it's land!" Simba yelled. "Sweet land!"

"Yes, it's land Simba," said Mufasa. "But Uncle Scar is right. This isn't our home."

"Oh." Simba looked dejected.

"It would be best to know the surroundings."

"You're not suggesting we go in these woods, do you now Mufasa?" Scar teased with a smile.

"If it means an understanding, then yes."

Simba rushed into the woods instantly.

"Simba, not to fast!"

Mufasa ran after Simba but he lost him from behind a bush.

"Simba?"

Simba kept running around he came near a big brush. There was a chirping sound coming from behind.

"Simba!" Mufasa yelled again.

Scar was still on the beach, hearing his brother call out for his nephew. Should he leave them here and swim away? He made it this far with them, they wouldn't miss him. He headed back to the plank.

The chirping sound continued and so did the many bushes. Simba tried to stop the commotion but instead it led him back to the beach. The creature making the sound was then shown. To Scar and Simba it seemed like a bird of some kind but it was scaly, had a long tail, and stood on its two legs. Scar ran to the bird.

"No, don't kill me!" yelled the creature. "Don't!"

Scar came closer to the animal with an evil grin that the animal was scurrying away from him but he stopped it with its long tail. That was when Mufasa jumped out from the woods.

"Scar," he reprimanded him. Scar looked to him with raised eyebrows. "Don't kill it."

"Oh, thank you!" the animal yelled. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

But the animal tried to walk away while the lions looked back to it. It was terrified of the stare Scar was giving him. Simba was looking at the bird with a curious look but Mufasa had a serious look.

"Who are you?" Mufasa asked the creature.

"I'm Horner," said the animal. "A compsognathus."

"A what?" said Simba confused.

"Compsognathus. A dinosaur."

Scar and Mufasa looked at each other baffled.

"What's a dinosaur? You look like a bird."

"Well, that's what the humans thought."

"Humans?" Mufasa growled. "Are they here?"

"Well, not anymore. The others killed them."

"Others? There are more like you?"

"Yeah. A lot. But they're not like me. If I were you three, I'd leave straight away."

"You have no idea what we've suffered," Scar commented.

"But it's dangerous here."

"How do we leave though?" Mufasa probed. "A storm nearly destroyed us. We've been on this lake long enough."

"Oh." Horner looked dumbfounded. "There is something though but it's risky."

"What is?"

"Further down there is a building where the humans created us. There could be some hope there for you."

"I'd rather starve," Scar said plainly. Mufasa decided to ignore him.

"Can you lead us to this place?" Mufasa asked the dinosaur.

"Sure," said Horner. "You better stick with me. There are many dangers here on Isla Nublar."

"What?"

"You're on Isla Nublar. The humans called it Jurassic Park. That's what the owner named it."

"Jurassic Park," Simba repeated. "Sounds catchy."

"You're going to be our guide Horner," said Mufasa. "I order you to take us to this 'building'."

"Keep up with me," said Horner cheerfully.

The new friend rushed back in the trees that Simba followed him. Mufasa was about to follow them but he turned around to see Scar sitting down.

"Aren't you coming Scar?" he wondered.

"You're going to listen to that bird?" Scar teased. "A com-something?"

"Compsognathus."

"Whatever."

"It'd be best if we stick together."

"I'd rather not."

"We could die if we don't do anything. Following Horner will probably help us."

"What do you expect from him?" Mufasa didn't even think of that. "Just what I thought. Some king you are."

"Just come with me Scar." Mufasa walked into the trees.

There was no way out of this. Scar did want to go back to the Pride Lands but there was no hope for him here. He probably wouldn't have a chance to dethrone Mufasa here. He can't fight him, knowing he would lose, but maybe he would have a chance with Simba. But if he did go with them Scar would have to deal with Mufasa's idiotic advices and watch Simba's annoying games. What else did he have? Would he be able to deal with Simba? Scar turned around and followed the three.

Mufasa, Scar, Simba, and Horner were passing many brushes, long grasses, high trees, big rocks, and streams while they walked further into the forest. There were many sounds such as chirping birds and cricket sounds but there was a rumble on the ground that made the lions stop. Then there was a low grumbling sound almost sounding like an elephant. There were three more shudders.

It was from the right the lions and Horner looked. It seemed to be a leg twice the size of an elephant's but rounder. There were three others. They supported a massive body and on top of it was an animal with a rather long neck. The head was on top. Again came the roaring sound. It came from this animal.

Scar and Mufasa were staring at the animal in shock such as Simba but he had a smile. Horner noticed their expressions.

"It's another dinosaur," he told them. "Brachiosaurus."

"It's huge!" said Simba.

"I know."

It was like looking at a giant giraffe to Mufasa and Scar. It was eating the highest leaves from nearby trees.

"What do you call it?" Mufasa asked.

"Brachiosaurus," Horner stated. "But don't worry. It won't hurt you. Just watch out where they walk though. My cousin had an accident with one."

Scar was lost for words. Never in a lion's life have they ever seen a dinosaur. They were not used to these animals, it was rare for them.

"Welcome to Jurassic Park," said Horner proudly.