The Island- chapter IV

Four large, plump dodos waddled around in a clearing of trees near a beach, cooing and going about usual dodo business. The weather was pleasant, and the beach was full of life. Seabirds dove into the clear blue water to catch fish, and dinosaurs lumbered about in the sand. All was calm. Until a spear came flying out of the brush and struck a dodo in the head, killing it instantly. By the time the dodos looked up to see what happened, another spear came wizzing out of the overgrowth and impaled another dodo through the chest. Realizing they were under attack, the dodos waddled away as fast as they could, which wasn’t very fast. As Marcel stood up from the bushes, he didn’t pursue the birds. Two dodos were plenty.

It was Marcel’s fourth day on the mysterious island, and he wasn’t doing half bad. He spent the third day making spears and clothing, a shirt out of fiber and cloth wrappings for his hands with strips of hide, to protect from blisters and splinters. He also made a stone hatchet, a pouch to carry food in, a hide jug to carry water, a belt with pouches, and a necklace adorned with the teeth from the dilo he killed the day before. He spent all night making these accessories. “Now I look like a real survivor,” he thought. He skinned and cleaned the two dodo birds, and skewered them over the fire. As the meat sizzled, Marcel looked over at his small teepee. “I’d say it’s about time for a new shelter,” he said out loud.

He quickly set to work, gathering large branches and tying them together with rope he fashioned from fiber and hide. One he had a solid foundation, he did the same for the walls, eating the dodo flesh as he worked. He was about to prop his second wall up on the floor and tie it together, when he hits chirping behind him. Recalling his last experience with small deadly predators, he grabbed his spear and turned around rapidly. He saw a very small theropod looking up at him. It was a pale gray creature, with pinkish feathers on its head. Marcel somehow recognized it as a compsognathus, a small predator.he half expected it to pounce on his neck and bite him, but it didn’t. It looked up at him with large, black eyes, chirping and watching him work. He stared at it for a few more seconds, and when he was sure it wasn’t going to attack him, he set back to work…

He tried to ignore the creature, as he repeated the process of lashing walls together and then to the foundation. The compsognathus followed him as he worked, curious as to what Marcel was doing. It was around 5:00pm when he finished his wood hut, and he was proud. It was small, but better than his teepee. He fashioned a door out of wood planks carved from a fallen tree, and, by 8:00pm, had made a sleeping bag from the dodo hide of the birds he killed earlier, and fiber. The compy stayed with him all the while, and as it watched Marcel, he had an idea. Reaching into his food pouch, he pulled out a piece of leftover dilo meat, and slowly walked over to the compy, reaching his hand out. The compy sniffed his hand, and took the piece of meat from Marcel. He fed the compy another piece, and it ate the meat. After the third piece of meat, the compy chirped and hopped up onto marcels shoulder. He had domesticated it. Marcel was pleased. “I now have a friend,” he thought as the compy nuzzled its head into the crook of his neck. He decided to call the compy Magnus. He fed Magnus some more meat, and was about to head into his new cabin to tuck in for the night, when he heard shrieking coming from behind him. Three large dilophosaurs were standing by his campfire, staring at him and Magnus, who was on his shoulder. Marcel stared back, and reached behind him to grab a spear leaning against his house, and grabbed his hatchet off his belt, and prepared to fight…

It’s finally here!! I’m sorry for the looong wait, I’ve been really busy lately and didn’t have the time to write chapter IV. My apologies. But yeah, thank you all for reading!

You can find chapter III in amargosaurus and chapter V will be in Andrewsarchus.