Dangerous. Beautiful. Sight - James Conrad

Prologue~ 1968

1968

"Thatta girl! Thatta girl!" You cheer, tighting the rope. You smile uncontrollably, admiring the beautiful sight around you. The boat jumps with each wave colliding. You spin yourself around, staring at the beautiful waves in the horizon.

You fall back onto the cushioned seats and let out a relieving sigh, using your arms as a pillow. Your eyes close from the strong sun, but it is beautiful.

Oh how the sea is a beautiful sight. Especially if you are all by yourself, which you are, thankfully. Just the warm sun, the only thing that is keeping you warm at the moment. And the calm waves that your gorgeous boat sails over. The sweet smell of sea water has always been your favourite. Since a child.

You breath smoothly as your mind drifts. Your eyes getting weaker by the moment. But you don't fight it. There's nothing wrong with a short nap in the clear ocean.

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You grunt as the strong wind shoves you off of the seat. Landing hard against the wooden boards. You groan on impact and raise your head. Now noticing the heavy rainfall.

You hiss at your luck and pain, rushing to your feet you fly over to the helm. You grip onto it, the wind nearly blowing you away and your steer the boat.

Your eyes widen at the sight before you. The large dark, rumbling clouds above of you that is causing all of this mayhem. Thunder roars from the vicious clouds and you try to steer yourself in opposite direction but it isn't working.

Lightning strikes, ripping and setting the headsail on fire. "Shit!" You scream, pushing yourself to the sails. You slide on the slippery wood, letting you slip onto your side. You groan and shuffle over to the sails, thinking of how to fix this.

The fire goes out, the only use to this heavy rain. You grab onto the rope, trying to think straight of what to do. You look all around. Which way is the way to get you out of this storm?

A loud thump echoes among the boat. You cry as you fall to the ground, hitting your head on a sharp corner. You cry out, gripping onto your forehead. Your blood mixing in with the water soaking the wooden floors.

You crawl into a corner, trying to keep conciseness, because you aren't a survivalist expert, but you know falling un conscious isn't a good thing at all.

The boat thrashing side to side. Waves clashing all over you. You bite your tongue, not knowing what to do. This would have been so much easier if you were awake. You could have avoided this all but you had to fall asleep.

"Idiot!" You shout.

You raise your head, looking to see if your surroundings have changed. You blink, land.

But not a nice smooth beach for your boat to slide into so you and your boat are out of harms way. It's not a good place at all.

It's shark, pointy, rocks. You look down, breathing deeply, preparing for impact. Gripping onto a rail and side of box, you close your eyes, knowing your impact will come at any giving moment now.

You scream, trying to distract yourself from harms way. And impact comes. You shriek and hit a pole as the boat comes into collision with the rocks. The wood snapping from the rocks.

Your eyes drift, blood mixing with the water around you as you stare at the rainfall and dark grey clouds above of you. The clouds rumbling and lightening striking. But right before you drift out of your state of mind, you hear a earth shaking loud roar.

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Your eyes blink open. You open your dry mouth, looking around you, instantly your eyes widen. You're in some kind of stick tent. The tent made out of what you would assume is bamboo. You raise your head and look around to see a man, looking about his late 5o's, wearing a dirty army uniform and has a scruffy beard.

"Ah you're awake!" He says cheerily.

"Who the hell are you!" You shout. You shuffling to the back of the uncomfortable bed. Looking outside the tent to look at the green grass. "And where am I?" You question, rubbing the back of your head to feel a leaf wrapped around it.

"My name is Hank Marlow!" He says smiling wide. But his smile fades at the thought of your second question. "And you are on Skull Island..." He tells you.

Prologue of a short story to do with the story line of the new film Kong: Skull Island. This story is a ReaderxJamesConrad (Tom Hiddleston) and the plot of the story is basically the plot of Kong but with a few differences and you as the character of course.

I hope you's enjoy.

And best advised for you's to watch the film before reading this.