5 years later.
"They're here! They're here!" Hank continuously tells you, shaking you at moments even. But you get no where near as enthusiastic as he does. They are most certainly dead.
Who can survive Kong? From all the way locked up in here you could hear the explosions, crashes, weapons and Kong's roars. Plus, he is what? 90- 100 feet tall? It's a death wish in the making.
You've never met Kong. I mean face to face with him. You've seen him in the distant, walking around, protecting his land. But that's it. You've never been face to face with the God and most likely never will be. You haven't been out of the village ever. You could call it locked up, but they only wanted to take care of you. And you were grateful for that.
But Kong was the one that saved you. Or as Hank tells you. He just brought you to the village. Of course you don't remember that at all. You were unconscious, and Kong brought you here. So you really do owe him a life debt, but how could you save his life?
You sit in your tent, sharpening another stick into a spear. Over the 5 years of being here you've learnt many skills. But sadly one of them isn't how to repair your boat.
It's all by the river, in broken pieces. After you were in the storm, the villagers were generous enough to go and fetch as many parts of your boat as they could. Majority of your belongings are still well, but not all of them.
You feel the gold necklace around your neck. From that day you promised never to take it off again. It has too much value to you and how you were lucky it stayed inside the boat.
You chuck the newly made spear into the pile of spears. You chuckle to yourself and stand up. Brushing the specs of wood off of your grey cargo pans you walk out of your tent and stare at the beautiful sight.
The healthy green grass and plants among the mountains. The faded light blue sky with such little clouds. You could look at this view forever.
"Hello" you smile to one of the small villager children, who was running up to you. You don't know any of their names, for you never hear a word they speak. So you call this little one Darcy. A unisex name, because you have no clue whether Darcy is female or male.
"How are you Darcy?" You ask, squatting down to be at better eye level. Darcy only smiles to you, causing you to chuckle. You nod your head and Darcy nods back. You giggle, rubbing Darcy's head softly and stand back up.
Darcy follows you as you walk over to the remains of your boat. You sigh, sitting yourself down on a piece of broken wooden, trailing your hand over the white painting.
"Ever been sailing Darcy?" You ask, cocking and eyebrow to little Darcy. Darcee looks over to you and gives you a small smile before looking back down to a rock. You laugh and step over to the helm. "I have" you inform, gripping onto the helm firming. "I made it my life mission to sail all across the world. Only me. Just exploring new cultures and adapting to life. I left my home. I left my family and friends. To never return again" you say, basically to yourself.
Because little Darcy seems to be in a different world. You laugh, tracing one of your fingers over the wood of the helm before placing it down besides you.
You head raises as you spot the some villagers walking towards the entrance. You cock your eye brow and climb off the broken pieces. "Come on Darcy" you murmur, grabbing ahold of Darcy's hand and pulling Darcy along with you.
Your head poles around, looking for whatever everyone seems to be so curious about. Darcy trails along besides you, but sadly Darcy isn't going fast enough for your likings so you pick Darcy up. You hold Darcy and smoothly push through people to see whatever it is.
You stop, as you duck through the last people to stare at Hank and 6 other people. A strong smile grows on your lips. There's people, there is actually people other than this village!
2 females, a man in a blue jacket, one with glasses and 2 damn army looking people! One very tall and the only not so tall. You laugh softly to yourself, still progressing that this is actually happening.
Hank spots you and gives you a strong smile. "Guys, this is Y/N.. The one I told you's about before" he says, pointing to you. All of them look directly at you. Causing you to blush lightly.
"Hi.." You murmur, slowly putting Darcy down. Hank gestures you to walk towards him. So you do and he places both of his hands on you.
"They're joining the club" he laughs, making you awkwardly laugh because let be honest. There are so many better clubs to join these days. "Y/N L/N... Meet.... These people" Hank tells you, he clearly doesn't know their names.
Instantly the tall man walks over to you. He gives you a strong smile and holds out his hand. "L/N, my name's Captain Conrad" he informs you with his gorgeous smile.
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Dangerous. Beautiful. Sight - James Conrad
Fanfiction"It's a dangerous, beautiful, sight, this island is" "It's funny. The most dangerous places are always the most beautiful" In 1968, you leave your home to sail. And woke up on a unknown island with natives who don't even speak. 5 years later. A te...