Chapter 1: Call Me Ford.
In the wide open expanses of the Pacific Ocean, a medium to large sized speed boat flew through the waters at a medium speed, causing the wind to blow hard around it.
On the deck of the boat stood a boy, most likely twenty one years old or so, leaned on the railing of the ship and looked out into the distance. He was around five foot nine, possibly five ten, with Caucasian skin that seemed to be sufficiently tanned. He had a rather medium build, like that of a guy who consistently went to the gym to stay fit. He also seemed to be very handsome and looked like he was of English descent, with a pair of purple eyes and black hair that was cut very short at the sides and was in a faux hawk at the top which was dyed purple as well.
Attire wise his clothes consisted of a pair of dark gray cargo pants, a pair of similarly colored hiking boots, a purple T-Shirt with a faded London Flag on the front, a gray vest with a T-Rex pin on the left chest area, a gray leather Buss boy hat that had a bit of stitching on the bill, and lastly a pair of gray work gloves. He also had some sort of gold pendant around his neck with some sort of dinosaur engraved on it as well, and a chain hooked to and dangling from his vest pocket, but what it was attached to couldn't be seen.
The boy adjusted the briefcase on his shoulder as he stood back up, rolling his shoulder a bit due to the weight of whatever was inside the thing. The briefcase was simply brown in color, and had two straps holding it closed.
"Hey young man! Come on down here!" A voice called from inside the boat's main quarters.
"Coming!" He called back in a British Essex accent as he went into the boat.
"I'm captain Travers, nice to meet you. So, I take it you're going to Vivosaur island to become a fossil fighter, right?" The man asked. The captain in question was a similarly tanned man of sixty seven or so, with short gray hair, a slight beach goers belly and was wearing a pair of white shorts, a fisherman's hat and a blue Hawaiian shirt.
"That's right." The boy nodded.
"Yeah, I've seen that excited twinkle in your eye many a time." The man nodded. "But it says a lot about you, kiddo. It takes a lot of bravery to go to Vivosaur Island all on your lonesome." He added.
"I'm more interested in going there for academic purposes, and to see what it's like to go on an adventure like this." The boy stated. "Plus if what my mum and dad told me about the place is to be believed—it ought to be bloody brilliant." He added.
"Ha! Sounds like you have parents who know their stuff!" The captain laughed in reply. "Say, what's your name kid?" He questioned.
"The name's Stanford, Stanford Owen. But please—call me Ford." The boy said as he shook the man's hand.
"Ford, huh?" The captain mused as he refocused on driving the boat. "Tell me something, Ford, what's your favorite kind of dinosaur? Do you like carnivores or herbivores more?" He asked.
"Carnivores, I've always related to those beasts because my usual diet usually consists of more meat and protein adjacent foods by volume." Ford replied as he thought about the question for a few seconds before answering.
"Alright then." The captain nodded. "What is your favorite carnivore out of the bunch?" He then asked.
"Tyrannosaurus Rex. In fact it's where I got my name, I was named after the famous T-Rex Stan." The boy replied.
"Wait, seriously?" The captain asked in surprise. "Huh. It's like your parents knew what to expect." He added absently, getting a chuckle in return.
"Oh yeah, it's gotten me some rhuddy good laughs back home, that's for sure." Ford said sarcastically, his eyes rolling.
"I bet. Anyway, I'll be sure to remember that. Ford, the T-Rex lover." Travers nodded as they neared their destination. "We're coming up on vivosaur island." He told his passenger.
"Oh this I have got to see." The boy said as he ran towards the end of the boat and saw the island coming into view. "Bloody hell…" He gasped in surprise as the boat got closer and closer to the destination.
He could make out the faint outlines of the buildings on the island, along with a few mountains further away. There was even a forest that he could see, and it looked like a lush one, too. He couldn't see it, but he also knew that there was a desert from what he read about the island.
Minutes later, the boat pulled into the dock and allowed Ford to step off, and after saying goodbye to Captain Travers, he went up to the main gate where two women were standing behind a front desk waiting for more new arrivals.
One woman was a dirty blonde who was wearing a green and purple women's business suit, and the other was a strawberry blonde who was wearing a pink and green version of her colleague's outfit. They both had attractive figures with D-Cup breasts and heart shaped asses.
"Hello, and welcome to Vivosaur Island." The dirty blonde said, walking up to him and getting his attention.
"Yes, welcome." The strawberry blonde nodded.
"I'm Beth and this is my coworker Sue. We take the task of greeting new residents as they arrive to our wonderful island." She continued.
"Thanks for the welcome, ladies." Ford nodded, his accent causing them to blush a little. "Would you be so kind as to point me in the direction of the man in charge here?" He requested politely. Right as Sue was about to reply…
"No, no! Not that way!" A man's voice exclaimed, drawing their attention. The man the voice came from was a rather thin African American man with turquoise colored hair, and similarly colored eyes, who was wearing a lab coat, Hawaiian shorts, sandals, a teal colored tank top and a pair of round glasses sat at the bridge of his nose. "No… that's not it either." He continued before thinking for a few seconds. "Hang on a tick." He added.
"Dr. Diggins!" Beth called as she walked up to him, getting his attention. "Can I assume you're here to show our newest arrival around?" She asked.
"New recruit? Oh, yes…. Yes yes…" He rambled. "Wait, no, that's not right… Uh, What were we talking about again?" He continued.
"Oh bloody hell…" Ford groaned as he facepalmed.
"The island's newest arrival." Sue replied.
"Oh Uh… Sorry, I gotta go." The scientist said before rushing off. "So much to do, so much to do." He rambled as everyone sweat-dropped.
"… Who was that rhuddy blasted train wreck?" The Essex native questioned in exasperation and mild irritation.
"That was Dr. Diggins, the man in charge of the Fossil Center." Sue replied with a sigh. "Apologies for his behavior. He gets like that sometimes." She added.
"Scatterbrained, you mean?" The boy surmised.
"Basically." Beth nodded. "Come. I'll take you to the Fossil Center." She added as they proceeded to head to the entrance of the building in question.
"So, is it okay if I actually brought my own fossil rock here with me?" Ford asked as they walked towards the building at the center of the street way.
"Yes. Why? Did you bring one?" The strawberry blonde asked, getting a nod in return.
"Yep. I won't say which one until it's revived, though." Ford replied with a grin.
"We don't get many arrivals who come with their own fossil rocks. You're bound to stand out." Beth chuckled as they reached the building. "Just go on in, Wendy—the receptionist—should be inside right now." She continued.
"Thanks, well, I guess I better shove off then. See you later!" The purple haired lad said as he walked inside the building. The moment he entered, Wendy had spotted him since there wasn't anyone else around.
"Hello, and welcome to the fossil center." She said as he approached her. "I assume you're here to become registered as a Fossil Fighter, correct?" She asked.
"That's right. Is the Dr. in, or has he wandered off?" Ford nodded before asking a question. Wendy sighed a bit at that.
"Sadly, it seems Dr. Diggins has wandered off again. Why not get checked into the hotel while you wait for him to get back?" She replied, making a suggestion at the end.
"Oh fuck all kinds of duck…" Ford groaned. "Oh well, that sounds good. I'll check back later when I'm done at the hotel." The boy nodded. "Where is it, by the way?" He then asked.
"Oh, it's right next to the Fossil Center." The receptionist replied.
"Thanks." The Essex nodded before he took his leave. "I'll be back in a few!" He called back before he started making his way to the hotel. However as he did so, he heard someone call out to him.
"WHOOOOOA! LOOK OUT! I CAN'T STOP!" A girl's voice yelled before someone collided into the boy and caused them to fall to the ground.
"Ow… Bloody hell, what just happened…?" Ford groaned, holding his head in a daze. As he fumbled around on the ground to get up, his hand suddenly found something soft—which he instinctively squeezed.
"Mmmm…. Ugh. Ya mind?" The girl's voice moaned before groaning, prompting the boy to quickly pull his hand away.
"Oh, blimey. S-sorry!" He apologized with a stutter. He then helped the girl up and helped her dust herself off, which let him get a good look at her. The girl looked to be a redhead who had her hair cut short and was dressed in a burgundy paleontology outfit. She was also rather cute as well, brown eyes and freckles made her seem very approachable and she also had a decent figure too. Her chest seemed to also be around in the C-cup range.
"Don't worry too much about it. I did run into you." She said after dusting herself off. "Name's Peggy, by the way." She added, her voice seemed to carry a quite noticeable Irish accent. Something Ford quickly recognized as a Dublin variant having been to the city multiple times.
"Call me Ford." The boy said as he shook her hand. "Your accent sounds real familiar for some reason, don't suppose you're from Dublin by any chance?" He asked.
"Yeah, I am. And if I'm hearing your accent right, you must be from Essex. Am I wrong?" Peggy asked, noting the boy's accent.
"Well, I'm actually originally from Whales, but ever since I moved to Essex to go to university, I can't seem to shake the Essex accent." Ford chuckled. It was true though, even though most of his accent came from Whales initially, it was pretty much taken over by his Essex accent after a good few years of living there—so now he had a sort of mix of the two.
"Oh yeah. Forgot that's a thing that can happen." Peggy chuckled. "Anyway, sorry about the crash. I was just going for a jog, and the next thing I knew, I couldn't slow down." She explained, causing Ford to raise a brow.
"How do you lose your ability to slow your own running speed?" He wondered.
"Hey, it happens, alright?" She said defensively. "Anyway… Maybe there's a way we can make it up to each other?" The Irish girl asked, her hands behind her back as she swayed her hips a bit in a pretty cute manner.
"Maybe a Vivosaur fight when I get licensed." Ford replied before blinking. "You're a fighter, right?" He asked.
"I am. But I'm kind of new to this whole thing… Maybe next time?" Peggy offered.
"Sounds fair… Okay, then how about we go out to dinner then? I always thought that was a sufficient apology gift for anyone who lives in the UK." The boy offered, which got a smile from Peggy as she walked up to him, their faces right in front of him as she grinned.
"Alright then, gent. It's a date." The runner smirked before backing up. "How about tonight at say… seven?" She offered.
"Works for me." Ford nodded before they parted ways. This left him to head to the apparent Relic Hotel, where the manager greeted him.
"Hello and welcome to the Relic Hotel, where all Fossil Fighters come to enjoy their stay." The man said in a posh British accent. "I am the Hotel manager, Lazlo Relic. Pleased to meet your acquaintance." He continued. "Are you by any chance already registered?" He asked.
"Yeah, it should be under the name Owen, Stanford." The purple haired lad nodded. Lazlo quickly pulled out what looked to be a tablet before typing on it and scrolling.
"Ah yes, your room is on the second floor. It's number 3A." The man nodded, handing him a key card. "Here's your key, the elevator is just across the lobby to the right." He added.
"Thanks." Ford nodded as he went to the elevator and took it up to the second floor before going to his room. Upon entering, it looked like a simple room. It had a bed big enough for two people, which gave Ford plenty of comfort for a while, a TV, a kitchen, a table, and a balcony overlooking the plaza. "Hm. Seems homey enough for me." He mused as he set his briefcase down on the table and sat in a chair.
Opening the bag up, he slowly pulled out a large rock that was right next to his tablet, pencils, pens, notepad, journal, and the books he brought with him. It was the last gift that his mother had left him before she'd disappeared. And regardless of what people told him, he was going to use it to find her, no matter what.
Putting the rock under his arm, he then decided to go back to the fossil center. It was time to get this thing cleaned.
Dragon Emperor0: Finally. I—at long last—have rewritten my fossil fighters story after deleting the original version and a nearly six year hiatus. Now I can finally get back to work on it. Anyway guys, say hello to our main character Stanford Owen, or just Ford for short. A character who's name you may be able to tell is inspired somewhat by Stanford Pines from Gravity Falls and Rex Owen (Ancient) from Dinosaur King.
ThermalsniperN7: This story is pretty much out of my field given that I'm not exactly a guy that played on handheld game systems in his younger years. Yeah, this is gonna be something of a struggle for me.
Dragon Emperor0: Which hasn't stopped us from working on stories involving games either of us haven't played in a while or haven't bought yet… Yeah, this is why we're glad YouTube exists. Also, I should point out that my story will be taking a lot of inspiration from not only the game, but also the Fossil Fighter's Manga and the fanfic "A Master's Story".
ThermalsniperN7: We have information at the ready. Anyway, see you guys next time.