Godzilla: Legend Begins

Chapter 1

Off the Coast of Birth Island
April 12, 2013
2:00 PM

Captain Johnathan Krill was a man of the sea, always taking the chance to get out of the water. He fixed his cap before letting his brown eyes wonder over to the lush green island that the locals call Birth Island. From what he heard, it's too dangerous to explore by anyone. Some even said that it was guarded by giant monsters. The thought made the captain scoff. It has been six years since the last monster attack in New York and yet people still believe that giant monsters still exist. How he wanted to yell at the top of his lungs and prove everyone there is no such thing as giant monsters anymore. His thoughts were cut off when he heard footsteps coming up behind him. He glances over and saw that it was his Japanese friend, Hondo Kurai. Hondo was a short man with black hair and dark brown eyes.

"Do you really believe all those talks about giant monsters guarding the island?" asked John.

"I believe there is a possibility."

"Feh, the monsters are dead, so nothing to worry about."

"John, there are still a chance of Kaiju being out there. Just because the US killed the monster that attacked New York- with the most extensive force mind you- it hardly means there's no more out there."

John grunted and crossed his arms, looking over at the Island. There are no monsters anymore, why can't anyone else see that like him? He looked down at his watch before turning and started to walk towards the door to the controls with a plan of attack slowly began to take shape in his mind.

"We are going to the island." he glanced back at Hondo who was looking at him like he was crazy. Well, maybe he was.

"We can't!"

"Yes we can, I will prove that there is nothing to worry about, this is the only way I can
think of that could do it. Now, are you going to join me?" he heard Hondo groan.

"I have to make sure you don't die." John looked at him and grinned.

"I knew I could count on you."

3:15 PM

John and Hondo were out on a motor boat, going towards the island. Chuck Fost, a volunteer, was tasked to drive and maneuver it, listening to John's instructions. Hondo stared at the island, looking slightly worried. He did not want to go to this Island at all. He could still hear the stories his grandfather used to tell him about this island. Sure, they were just old stories that was used to scare anyone from going to the island but deep inside his mind, he couldn't help but think that there might be some truth behind the stories.

"Come on Hondo, lighten up. Everything will go smoothly." John stated, not remotely concerned for his friend's worries. Hondo glanced at him but remained silent.

Soon, they had landed on the beach of the island and beached the motor boat so it couldn't be sent adrift by the waves and currents around the island. The three grabbed their packs and stated their journey into the lush interior.

Deep down, Hondo could feel his uneasiness heightened, his heart pounding at the thoughts of what could lurk within this forest interior. He just hoped that the stories of this island weren't true in the slightest. Of course, hardly anything goes his way lately, especially when he was with John.