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Jurassic Park 3 Novel
By AlanGrant5
Jurassic Park 3 Novel
Chapter One: Hidden in the Mist
A radiant sun hovered above a vast ocean, with the forbidden island of Isla Sorna in the distance. Numerous clouds festooned the blue skies, some obscuring the sun. A small speed boat glided through the crystal blue waters, headed for the infamous Site B, which was almost completely covered in a morning fog. In the boat, Eric Kirby, a twelve year old boy, consumed with a fascination for prehistoric beasts. He had been eagerly awaiting this trip for well over two months and now he would finally be able to fulfill his dreams of seeing the once extinct creatures alive and well.
Along for the adventure were Ben Larson and Rick Sanchez. Ben, an out-going man approaching the age of thirty-seven, was his mom’s first boy friend since the divorce. Eric liked Ben and had grown to like him over the past few months. Ben seemed to fit Eric’s profile more so than his own father, in that, the both of them tend to take risks and have a craving for adventure. On the other hand his father was the exact opposite; not fun, not adventuristic, and not at all like Eric. He did indeed love his father, and wished things could of worked out between the both of his parents, but their chance of reconciling was far from plausible.
The other man, Rick Sanchez, was a Hispanic male who quit fishing to start his own business as a tour guide of one of the most mysterious places in all the world; Isla Sorna. After the San Diego incident in 1997, the news of a Site B became world wide. The Costa Rican Government had ordered for Isla Sorna to be kept in tact, but to also keep it restricted from the public eye. Finding an opportunity for profit, Rick began taking paying tourists to the island, under strict confidentiality. In fact, Rick had made his customers sign a confidentiality agreement before they even set foot on the boat. Having been doing this for the past two years, Rick knew his secret had not gotten a hold of government officials and therefore he continued his illegal business, taking people to the forbidden island.
“We’re almost there!” Ben called out, pointing to the approaching island.
Once staring hypnotically at the undulating waters, Eric quickly gazed upward at an island shrouded with thick clouds.
“Can’t see a damn thing!” Ben cried, trying to study the islands features.
“You know, Rick began, Isla Sorna is in an area of ocean where the combinations of wind and current make it almost perpetually covered in fog. We used to call it Cloud Island, back when there was no mention of the island’s true name. I think the nick name suits it well.”
“Yeah, well so does Alcatraz,” Ben said jokingly.
The boat slowly approached the islands coast.
“You might want to get your camera ready! I have seen some amazing things roaming these parts,” Rick said, steering the boat along the coast of Isla Sorna. Eric quickly pulled the cam corder from his back pack and began filming. The island looked very exotic, with its colorful vegetation and surrounding wild life, consumed by a light mist. However, there was no sight of prehistoric life to be found. The boat continued to travel along the coast and still nothing.
“Take us over there!” Ben said, pointing to an estuary leading into the islands interior.
“Oh no, I’m afraid I can’t do that senor,” Rick said shaking his head.
“Why not?”
“I’m afraid that is a little too close for comfort and besides, I have never been–”
“Listen, I paid to see dinosaurs and I’m not leaving until I do. So, what do you say I give something extra... let’s say five hundred?”
Rick looked as if he were deep in thought and after a brief moment nodded. “Okay... I’ll take you closer, but not too close!” he warned, turning the boat around.
“You excited?” Ben asked.
“You have no idea,” Eric replied.
The boat was now entering the interior of the island, with jungle to either side of them. Unfortunately, the fog became even thicker as they went deeper into the island. The fog was so thick, you could taste it. Without warning, a flock of birds emerged from the fog and passed by them, as if startled by something up ahead. Eric pressed his hand on heart, shaken by the sudden commotion. Taking a deep breath, Eric continued to record their journey of a life time.
“You see anything yet?” Ben asked.
“Nothing yet,” Rick replied.
As the fog began to clear, an immense silhouette appeared before them. The fog, soon turning to a hazy mist, revealed a creature of staggering proportions. The creatures skin color was a dark green, identical to that of a crocodile, and had a large fin running along its back. Standing sixteen feet, with a length of well over forty, the beast stood in the middle of the river, its head burred in the water.
Rick shut off the engine, causing the boat to come to a complete stop, just yards away from the gigantic lizard. Eric set the camera down onto the floor and stared at the beast. The immense creature, it’s head resting underneath the current, stood with its tail in the air, unknowingly that there was a boat just a few yards away, watching its every move.
“It’s fishing,” Eric muttered.
Moments later, with a snap of its jaws, the creature lifted its snout from the water, with a fish jammed in between the beasts needle like teeth. Lifting its crocodilian head up in order to swallow, the dinosaur noticed the boat ahead.
“Get us out of here,” Ben whispered to Rick. With a nod Rick turned the engine back on, making eye contact with the towering lizard ahead. The lizard began a slow walk towards the boat, as it was now in its territory. With a fierce roar, the creature gave chase to the boat, each footstep made with the sound of thunder.
“GO!” Eric yelled.
It didn’t take long for the creature to catch up and when it did the boat took numerous blows. Before the lizard could sink its jaws into Eric’s arm, Ben pulled him to the right side of the boat.
“Hold on!” Ben yelled, his voice trying to over power the creatures monstrous roar.
Slamming its snout into the left hand side of the boat, Eric and Ben flew into the river with a splash, while Rick tried to steer the boat to safety. With a sharp push from the lizards head, the boat went spinning into mid air and crashed into a sea of rocks.
Pulling themselves onto shore, Ben quickly took Eric by the hand and led him into the jungle, running as fast as they possibly could to escape the terror they had just witnessed. After traveling a reasonable distance from the horrifying incident, Ben fell to his knees. Eric, catching his breath, came to his aid.
“What’s the matter? What’s wrong?” Eric asked nervously.
Ben turned himself around, only to reveal a deep gash pierced into his side. Blood oozed out uncontrollably.
“Oh shit,” Eric said, pressing his hands on top of the wound. Ben winced and pushed his hand away. “We need to find help...” Eric said, realizing there was no such thing as help on this island.
In the distance, a loud roar pierced the tranquil silence, followed by more thundering footsteps. Eric looked down at the now injured Ben Larson, with a look of confusion and fear.
“Get the hell out of here Eric! Before that thing comes back,” Ben uttered, his lungs now overflowing with blood.
“I can’t just–”
“GO!” Ben yelled, using all his strength to nudge Eric away.
Eric could hear the toppling of trees in the distance.
“GO NOW! And don’t look back!” he yelled once more. Eric did as he was told and ran deeper into the jungle. Pushing shrubbery out of his way, Eric fell to the ground. His heart pounding in his ears, Eric listened quietly for the creature’s thunderous roar. Listening intently, a scream was heard. It came upon so suddenly that even the birds in the surrounding trees were startled and flew into the morning sky. Eric leaned against a tree and listened to the song of horror made by both the creature and Ben, coming to a realization; a realization that he was stranded alone on Isla Sorna. The feeling of hopelessness became overwhelming and a single tear trickled down Eric’s cheek. “God help me, Eric whispered repeatedly, God help me.”
3/10/2002 6:59:09 PM
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