|This isn't an Adventure Story is it?
Author: piratingelvenpyro PM
The whirlwind of events that ensue when Jimmy is left behind on Skull Island. Twill be amusing...I promise. For anyone annoyed that he is totally shunned from the second half of the movie. I was.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Drama - Chapters: 4 - Words: 4,490 - Reviews: 35 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 04-12-06 - Published: 03-02-06 - id: 2826405
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A/N: Don't hurt me if this has been done before…I wrote this before I checked out any other Kong Fics.
Disclaimer: How many times in one day do I have to tell people that I own nothing? Hey…piratingelvenpyro, got a dollar? Sorry. No. Can't help you. Hey…piratingelvenpyro, got the math h/w from yesterday? No don't got it and I'm not sorry about that one.
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He was hurled from the boat as it exploded into a cyclone of splinters. The mighty beast raised his fist once more and brought it down, momentarily parting the water and generating a massive wave, which swept the remaining boat further from the rock-strewn shore where Kong roared a ferocious roar that struck fear in the hearts of every sailor.
Jimmy's last vision was a harpoon sailing into the air in a perfect arch. Everything seemed to be rush of slow motion. His head collided with a rocky pillar that eerily resembled a menacing desperate claw. Hitting the water he began to sink into the loathsome waters of Skull Island slowly losing consciousness.
The battle still waged on above the surface for King Kong. No one knew what to do. Captain Englehorn was perfectly content with leaving the viciously determined Carl Denham stranded on the rock where he stood, to bringing Ann and his crew to safety. No such luck though as he saw the resolute rage etched in the black eyes of the beast. It attempted to advance once more to claim it treasure even with the harpoon lodged in his leg. Denham was quick to notice this weakness however as he ruthlessly smashed bottle after bottle of chloroform on his defeated face.
No one noticed the youngest member of the company sink, half-dead into the murky waters of the doomed harbor.
For the first time in hours, cloudy thoughts dallied inside Jimmy's head. He was only vaguely aware of the sharp blanket of rocks beneath him. A wave of icy water engulfed him and he gasped, staggering onto his feet. Startling pain and memories flooded through him harshly and his knees buckled beneath him, and he plummeted back to the coarse ground.
From where he was sprawled, Jimmy could see the exact place where the beast that Carl Denham had named "King Kong" had fought what was possibly his final battle. And only yards away were the rocks where the depraved film director had brought the King of the island to his end.
He did…bring him to an end right? Jimmy thought with a rush of panic. He hadn't seen what had gone down after he had sunk. The monster could be anywhere, in the cave behind him, back in the vast forest, or on a ship heading back to New York City with an obsessed and slightly deranged filmmaker.
No…he must have been taken. Jimmy reasoned to himself, crawling around a mountain of rock to get a better view of the horizon. If not, then the remains of The Venture would surely be littering the surface of the ocean and he would probably be laying dead with many a broken bone on this shore than sitting up to find himself quite alive…and quite alone.
And with Hayes gone, no one would even care or lend an extra thought to him. That Denham character had always forgotten his name when speaking to him. Jake, John, Jared, even Arthur he had once called him when yelping some sort of order at him, which he usually ignored.
Ms. Darrow had been nice…but she was most likely far too shaken over her ordeal on the island to remember that they had left him behind.
But the Captain had come back for Ms. Darrow so maybe…
No. Ms. Darrow was, well, Ms. Darrow. Anyone would have gone back for her.
At best they would all just believe him to be dead. Just like the two-dozen or so others who had met their wretched end upon this damned island. He winced in pain and grief, remembering his crewmates who now lay mangled and strewn about the island.
Another wave met the rocky shore and the bitter cold stung Jimmy's bruised and bloodied skin beneath his torn and grimy clothes, or what was left of them. The frigid water was a sure sign that the warm liquid he felt running down his neck was something to worry about. He ran his fingers through his wet and matted hair and found the place where his head had had a lovely run in with an angry rock.
He stood up again this time slightly more stable. Tears began to well in his eyes, he tried to blink them away. Just in the past few days he had narrowly escaped a stampede dinosaurs! Shot dozens of mammoth and carnivorous insects, and aided in the capture of gigantic ape! He couldn't cry now, not after surviving all of that valiantly.
But then he remembered he was alone, alone with an extinct species of reptiles, sinister insects, and a pitiless eternal forest. And the tears began to fall. Jimmy picked up a rock and hurled it into the ocean with a holler of anguish. That made him feel a bit better so he did it again. Why was he a sailor on that stupid ship anyway? Witha smile, he imagined what it would be like to have been a crewmember on a lovely ship like the Nellie in Heart of Darkness. With that thought he let another stone soar through the air and plunge into the black water.
Thecrunch of measuredfootstepscame from behind him.
Jimmy froze, riveted to the ground with a stone clenched in his left hand. He remembered he was also alone with a tribe of humans who probably wouldn't extend to him their hospitality.