Jurassic World: Return to Isla Nublar – Chapter 2: A Normal Day
Almost 120 miles from the coast of Costa Rica, Mark James is driving his boat out across the water through the morning mist. Sitting in the back are his friends named Henry Thomson and Tim Limburger. The reason they're out here? They're here for a chance to ride on their newly bought jet-skis out in the open ocean.
Ah! Just what the doctor ordered, Mark thinks as he continues to drive his boat onward. Mark often enjoys taking his boat out into the ocean by himself to enjoy some quality time alone, away from the busyness and hectic running about of life back home, in San Jose.
"Hey! Mark?" Henry asks, "Don't you think this is far enough? I mean, we're practically in the middle of nowhere!"
Tim rolled his eyes. "Everywhere is somewhere, Henry. We just don't know exactly where. We're about miles away from Costa Rica, and that's what I call pretty secluded."
Henry eagerly eyes the trio of jet-skis they have securely tied near the back of the boat. "What do you say we go in the water and get started?"
"You go on ahead," Mark beckons. "Tim and I have to contact a few people to let them know we've arrived at our location; in case we get lost or something, someone will be out here to rescue us if we're not back by a certain time."
Henry shrugs and begins to untie his jet-ski. "Well, while you guys do that, I'm going in the water! Surf's up!"
Henry hopped aboard his jet-ski and zoomed off into the water. He briefly glanced at the boat behind him to see Mark and Tim getting their satellite out to make those desperately needed calls.
Oh well, Henry shrugs, I just hope the water isn't all churned up by the time they get out here. Henry must have been rushing across the water's surface at over 50 mph, and he loved every minute of it!
"Woo hoo!" he cried. Henry decided to do some donuts in the water. He made a few 360's in the water with his jet-ski, creating spray that turned to mist behind him (Henry isn't the brightest guy around, so if you think he's acting like a lunatic, it's because technically, he is).
After getting a bit dizzy, he stopped his jet-ski and rested in the water. "That was totally crazy!" he told himself.
He looked back at the boat to see that his friends were still making those phone calls – how many people needed to know where they were?
"I tell ya," Henry said to himself, "nothing beats a hot day on the water with–"
Suddenly the water around Henry's jet-ski seemed to explode as a huge set of monstrous jaws and teeth shot from the water and grabbed hold of his jet-ski and brought both Henry and the automotive beneath the water before Henry even had the chance to scream.
"Alright," Mark told Tim, "I called about ten different people. If we don't return by 2:00 p.m. we'll have someone looking out for us."
Tim nodded in approval and looked out over the water behind him and noticed that Henry was no where to be seen. "Where's Henry?" he asked.
Mark looked at the ocean, but he couldn't see anything either. "The guy probably took a brief dip."
"Yeah, but I don't see his jet-ski either!" The two men walked to the edge of the back of the boat: Henry nor the jet-ski was nowhere to be seen.
"This is really peculiar," Tim said. At that moment, an object floated to the water's surface. Despite the fact that it looked crushed and bent up, it was the unmistakable shape of Henry's jet-ski.
"What in the world . . .?" Tim's voice trailed off as he and Mark stared at the broken wreckage floating in front of them.
Just then, a vibration rang through the boat and nearly knocked the two men into the water. Something had knocked into the boat.
"What was that?" Tim asked in fright. Mark shrugged and the two of them ran back to where the steering wheel was located and just as Mark turned the keys to leave the area, the boat rocked again.
It tilted to the right, then to the left.
"I think I'm going to be sick!" Tim exclaimed. Whatever was knocking into the boat from below wasn't intending to give up any time soon, so Mark turned to the radio and tried to call an SOS signal.
"Come on, come on, come on!" he muttered. "What's your frequency?" He tapped on the radio as he tried finding the frequency.
The boat shook again as the USO (Unidentified Swimming Object) knocked into the ship again, this time with deadly accuracy and the ship suddenly tilted to the right . . . and it wasn't stopping!
"We're going down!" Tim exclaimed. The ship's side crashed into the water and Tim and Mark were knocked overboard. Mark nearly had trouble adjusting his eyes to the saltwater of the Pacific Ocean, but when he did, he saw a barely was able to make out the large creature swimming towards the two of them. It had humongous, crocodile-like jaws that were filled with rows of sharp teeth and eyes like the rays of dawn.
As the monster continued to approach at alarming speed, it opened its immense jaws, ready to engulf them both . . .