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Tides of Las Cinco Muertes ch. 2
By Micropachy-rex
7:48 am
A thick fog overwhelmed the boaters as they cut through the dull gray waters. There were only five people in the boat, Steve was at the helm and Mike was sprawled out in front, both of the women had fallen asleep to the soft whir of the motor. A number of eerie bird-like cries could be heard coming from the island and this disturbed Steve. Besides diving, Steve was also a bird hobbyist, yet he couldn't identify any of the calls. William Biggs was in the middle of the boat with his knees up to his chest and rocking back and forth, Mike notice him.
"What's the matter," he asked
William looked up at him, "I hate the ocean, and deep water scares the shit out of me. You never know what can be lurking in those depths!"
"A big guy like you afraid of a little water," Mike asked with a hint of sarcasm. William lightly nodded his head in humiliation, and then went back to his rocking. William was lean, with light brown hair, blue eyes and he was tall, about as tall as Mike, but not near as muscular. He still scared Mike and Steve though; sometimes it's the quite guy over in the corner that scares you the most. He had on a black sweater, khaki caro pants, and hiking boots. It was awkward seeing a man like him cowering in a ball, just over a little bit of water.
"I never got your name," Mike suddenly stated.
William looked back up, "My name's William Biggs, you can just call me Will, or Bill, whatever tickles your fancy."
"I like Will better," Mike slid into a more comfortable position.
Steve spoke up, "Shouldn't you two be taking pictures right about now? That up there would make a great shot!" They both looked up to where he was pointing. Towering above them were the peaks of Isla Mataceros, it was shrouded in mist which gave it a spooky effect. At the sight of this, Will perked up and became more sociable.
"Damn, that's amazing! That right there is why I take these jobs. Uninhabited tropical islands are the only way to go in photography, eberything else is second to none," Will exclaimed. He started loosening up a bit, and stopped rocking. Mike turned around, snapped a quick picture and went back to lounging.
Two minutes laer, they were on the beach. The beach was only ten feet long and started at the base of a sheer cliff and the top was shrouded in fog. Steve and Lara wished them luck and sped off to some unknown cove, the remaining three searched for an entrance to the island.
"This island is built like a fortress," Mike said examining the walls. "So what do we do now?"
Will spoke, "I don't know, we left that porker journalist on the plane, he seems to know everything. I say we get to the interior and snap a few pictures." Will took a few pictures of the beach and started to look for an entrance to the island.
After about two minutes of searching, the trio found a narrow pathway that cut through the dense rock. After five minutes of trekking through the passage, a large group of rocks fell about fifteen feet ahead of the group, and they stopped dead in their tracks. "Those could have fell on us," Betty yelled, stating the obvious.
"I don't like this! The end of this path had better end soon or I'm going to head back. I'm sure we can find a better path," Mike said, he was nervous about the falling rocks. About one hundred feet up at the top, a series of high pitched chirping sounds were heard, and then a dark figure leapt over the chasm.
Betty was distraught, "What the hell was that?"
"Maybe it was a local," Mike inquired.
"There's no way in hell, that's like a twenty foot gap or something! Anyway I was told that there wasn't anyone here," Will was also distraught.
"Well lets just hurry up and find the end of this thing, there's no use standing here and talking about it," Mark said, they quickened their pace and they reach the end in only three minutes. The light came pouring through the exit and they were now in a clearing. Ahead of them lay a small pond surrounded by cattails, a dense soup-like steam covered the ground so that you couldn't see where you where stepping.
"Ah shit," Will exclaimed.
"What is it," asked Betty, they both turned their heads to see what was wrong. Will was frantically wipping the bottom of his shoe in a nearby patch of grass.
"Look there," Will yelled pointing to a large pile of green mush on the ground.
Mike couldn't help but laugh, "You stepped in a big ol' pile of shit!" Betty chuckled too, but at closer examination, they realized it wasn't a normal pile of poo. It was at least four feet in diameter and at least two and a half feet tall, the biggest pile of fecal matter any of them had ever seen!
"What did that," asked Betty
Mike was also puzzled, "Nothing that I know of! We should ask Steve, I think he knows animals."
"Here let me get that for him," Will said pulling out his Polaroid from his backpack.
"See that mountain up there? That's were we'll go, it looks like we can get a good view of the island up there," Mike was pointing to a small mountain a little over two miles off. The three started walking toward it.
"Have you two ever heard of Ian Malcolm," Will asked.
"You mean that crackpot who was saying that he was nearly killed by dinosaurs at some theme park," Mike asked with skepticism
"Maybe he was telling the truth! It would explain a lot, like the strange calls, the dark figure, the enormous turd, he even said that it was on an island in the pacific," Will was starting to get worked up, he obviously believed their were dinosaurs on the island.
"Lets just suppose for a minute that Malcolm was right, he said it happened on some island called Nublar, and what's this island called again? Isla Mataceros, so just drop it!" This helped calm Will's nerves and they pressed on.
Bett's wining had slowed them down considerably and they were almost at the top. She kept complaining about leg pains until Mike finally told her to shut the hell up.
"Look at that," Will yelled when he reached the top. They were all speechless, just ten miles north of them was a small shield volcano! It was surrounded by the sharp peeks that made up the rest of the island, and at the north of it was nothing but parched black earth all the way to the beach.
"Wow, just look at that thing! I'll bet that's the Las Cinco Muertes equivalent of Mt. Kilauea," Will exclaimed, staring at the thin column of smoke rising from the volcano.
Betty was unimpressed, "just take your damn pictures so we can go!" She walked off into the brush, "I'll be back."
Mike whipped out a pair of his binoculars and looked at the volcano, "What the hell?"
Will who was checking Betty out looked over at him, "What the hell, what?"
"Get your binoculars out you need to see this!" Will pulled them out. "There! Bottom left side, behind the volcano!
Will could see an enormous gray mass lumbering slowly out from behind the volcano. It had a long slender neck, massive legs, a huge body and a long slender tail. "Oh my god, that's a dinosaur!" Another one followed closely behind, they seemed to be heading into the jungle. All of a sudden, they heard Betty scream and they rushed down the mountainside thinking she was being attacked. They encountered a cement shed partaily buried in the ground. Inside they found a red soft-top jeep wrangler, and Betty cowering in the corner. The jeep was in relatively good condition, but propped up against the front tire was a partial human skeleton.
Mike hopped into the jeep and turned the key, and surprisingly the jeep started. The guys were to wrapped up in dino hysteria to care about the remains. Mike looked out the window, "COME ON BETTY GET IN THE DAMN CAR!" Betty shot up like a rocket and hopped into the back.
"Where are we going," Betty asked confused.
"Just a sec," Mike said as he shot out through the garage and took off in pursuit of the beasts.
8:17 am
Steve Johnston found a nice cove and stopped the boat; he suited up and was ready to go. He turned back to Lara, "Come on hon, get in the water."
"In a bit, just go without me," she had her nose buried in People Magazine.
"You know it's not safe to dive alone," Steve pleaded.
"Let me finish this article, it'll only take a minute."
Steve went over the side and started swimming down toward the bottom. He was down about thirty feet when he hit, it was very similar to Monterey, there were lots of rocks, crustaceans, starfish, sea urchins, but there was something up ahead that wasn't so familiar. He swam a little closer to see what it was, it was about five meters long, dark, had a salamader like body with a flattened crocodile like tail, and had a round flat head that looked like it could fit the rest of its' body inside it. It was an amphibian, its' head was poised down at a rock when it suddenly struck. It had snatched an octopus out from under the rock and was munching on it.
The salamander thing finished it's meal and lazily floated around doing nothing in particular, Steve figured it was safe enough to try to ride it. He aproached it, but before he could get behind it, it swam up and bit him in the arm. Steve figured it was just inspecting him, much like how great whites usually attack people, they identify things with there mouths. Steve kept his cool and sure enough the beast released him, it didn't even draw blood! Steve then swam around it and grabbed its shoulders, he was having the time of his life gliding through the water with that creature, but then he realized it was swimming far away from the boat. He had to show Lara, so he swam back to the boat, there were a lot more of those things in the water so he wouldn't have any trouble finding another one.
He surfaced to find that Lara still had her nose buried in that magaziine; he splashed her to get her attention. "Hey what was that for? I said I'd be there in a minute."
Steve threw her, her suit "Bring the camera and get your ass in the water!
(To Be Continued)
8/2/2003 12:57:08 AM
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