𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐒 - camp cretaceous

04| The Yacht Party

A cloud of fog covered Isla Nublar, the misty breeze bristling against the island's inhabitants. Bellowing from the tree-covered grassy area was Bumpy. She watched the rest of us across the cold and damp-to-the-touch boulder to the edge of the island where, a few metres away, Mitch and Tiff's yacht sat idly.

We had just returned from a short venture to Main Street, where we had scavenged for swimsuits to avoid spending hours waiting for our regular clothes to dry. Fortunately for us, Jurassic World was a world-renowned luxury coastal resort, so scattered about different stores, you were guaranteed to find many misplaced items like sunglasses, sunscreen, sunhats, and swimsuits.

"I've never been so glad to find an old swimsuit in a janky box," Sammy said, eying her perfectly fitting yet ripped tankini. Her top was orange, and her pants were pink.

"Speak for yourself!" Kenji struggled to tie a knot in his oversized swim trunks so they wouldn't slip and disgrace him.

I was pretty pleased with what I'd found, though. "Whoever these belonged to had an amazing sense of style," I grinned.

I wore a mismatched bikini; the top was two sizes too small and a bit ripped, but it had the cutest strawberry print. My high-waisted pants were the prettiest shade of cerulean blue. It was too big, but I didn't struggle to keep it on like my brother.

"You know, if I had the matching pieces, I'd actually wear these at home," I said, shrugging at the annoyed glare Kenji sent my way.

Luckily for them, Yasmina, Brooklynn, and Darius found swimsuits that fit them well enough. Sure, Yasmina's purple one-piece was a tad bit small, but Brooklynn Sammy and I agreed it emphasised her pretty figure. Ben, unsurprisingly, wore what he usually wore: a white vest and beige cargo shorts.

"Stay sharp. For all we know, Tiff is still in there," Darius said, looking back at us.

We nodded and continued to creep across the boulder, each holding equally cautious looks. The yacht Darius referred to bobbed against the ocean's soft currents, ominously silent. We dove into the icy water, shivering, and swam towards Mitch and Tiff's boat. Kenji and I swam noticeably ahead of the others. But that was to be expected.

Yas has been in so many swimming competitions; trying to keep count of them all was too hard a task. In my and Kenji's case, we had lessons on using the pool at home. We reached the bobbing boat one by one, Darius and Brooklynn the last to creep onto the deck.

"Okay, look for any sign of Tiff or anything else. We don't know what's here," Darius whispered.

We nodded and scanned the deck, splitting up to cover more ground. Brooklynn went one way by herself, peering through black-tinted windows when she paused. I silently looked over her shoulder and was met with deep scratches across the wood planks that could only belong to one of the countless Jurassic World predators.

One question: was whatever it was still on board with us? I hoped not. Darius and I decided to check the second floor of the boat. Climbing up the ladder and peering about, we found the cockpit. Below us, Ben and Brooklynn sighed.

"There's no sign of anyone," Ben said.

"Or anything... But I think Tiff had some unwanted visitors," Brooklynn said quietly.

Darius and I shared an anxious glance and stepped into the cockpit. Deep gashes were across the walls and floor, and the tinted glass behind the control panel had shattered. We stared at it all warily. Darius walked to the control panel and inspected it, beginning to sigh. I spotted a radio on the floor near his feet and swooped it to see if it was intact, but surprise, it wasn't.