《Jurassic Park: The Beginning of the End/Life Of Crusher, Feared T-Rex》Jurassic Park 3 Story Arc part 5: Spinosaurus Attack/T-Rex Spinosaurus rematch
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《《Time skip》》
"Whatever you do, don't call the U.S. Embassy. They won't do a God Damn thing." Mr. Kirby warned.
"Well, we don't exactly have a Costa Rican phone book here, so it will have to be somebody we know in the states. Someone we can absolutely count on to send help." Grant called out.
Paul looks to Amanda before replying.
"Stan."
"I wouldn't trust Stan with a snowball in a blizzard." Amanda disagreed.
Paul glares at her. Now Eric notices something odd in the river.
"What's that?"
The others look down in the murky water. Just below the surface, a shimmering wave of silver passes beneath the boat, being that of fish.
Then a fish jumps from the water. And another. And another.
"Bonitas." Grant surmised.
"Something must've scared them." Agreed Eric. Then later, another roll of THUNDER, this time much closer.
"Get the motor going, Mr. Kirby." Grant ordered.
Paul moves the motor and pulls the start cord. The engine sputters but won't come to life. He tries again several more times. Until the engine sputters to life. And now the phone begins beeping. The battery is getting even weaker. Alan Grant makes a quick decision and dials right away. Time is running out.
"Pick up, pick up." Alan mumbled.
Wearing his jammies, three-year old Charlie awkwardly picks up the phone with both hands. He has the mouthpiece next to his lips, but the earpiece is hanging out in space.
"Hewwo?" He asked.
"Ellie?" Alan called out.
"Hewwo?" Charlie replied again.
Amanda and Eric watch Grant, realizing their fate may hang on this single call. Paul struggles without success to start the motor.
Then, unseen by the group, a
gigantic behemoth of a fin, rises from the water just fifty yards from the barge. It's headed right to them and closing fast.
"Charlie! Charlie, take the phone to mommy now. Take the phone to mommy. It's the- It's the dinosaur man! Go get mommy, okay?"
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"Okay." Charlie responded.
Not sure what to do with the phone, Charlie makes a logical choice and walks to where his mother was.
"Charlie, are you taking the phone to mom? Charlie-"
And just as he was about to reply, Shredder the Spinosaurus bumped the boat so furiously, it knocked the phone off of the paleontologist's hands, sending the rest falling down and running into the cage, the behemoth predator rose out of the water and roared loudly.
Grant manages to stay on top of the wheelhouse, but he loses grip on the phone, which falls on deck. Shredder then approaches the boat,
lunges at Grant with gaping jaws. Grant leaps out of the way just in time as the dinosaur starts to tear the shit of the entire wheelhouse. Grant stays one step ahead of the Spinosaurus as the beast rips apart the quickly-sinking boat.
It spits out the wheelhouse and bites down on the stern of the boat, ripping off a chunk. Grant is heading up to the other three when he hears the sat- phone ringing again. He spots it, just about to fall into the water. Dives for it, answering...
"Ellie! Ellie, listen to me!" Alan yells through the phone desperately, hoping she would hear him.
"Alan? Are you on a cell phone? I can't hear you?" Ellie called out to the other side.
She can hear the Spinosaurus ROAR.
"Alan? Alan!" She yelled out before a reply from Grant reached through-
"The river! Site B! The river!"
Only that he's cut off by a second eat deafening roar, the sound of someone screaming. And then the line goes dead. Ellie pales. Charlie looks at her with a smile.
"Raaaar! Raaar! Raaar! Raaar!" Mimicked Charlie, as his mother knew what he meant- trouble.
Dropping the dead phone, Grant scrambles towards the front of the boat and joins Paul, Amanda and Eric, who have taken refuge in the dinosaur cage. The fearsome beast now lifts the stern of the boat clear out of the water.
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The cage scrapes across the deck and slams into the gunwale, toppling off the barge and out into the river. Grant and the Kirby's are still inside, and unfortunately, the cage sinks. The closest to the door, Paul manages to get out. The other three aren't as lucky. The cage rotates as it descends and lands on the river bottom with the door side down, trapping them inside.
In the cold murky depths, they pull frantically on the bars. Debris and equipment float around them. Paul surfaces out of the breath and disoriented. Spinosaurus pushes past the boat. If anyone is going to save his family, it has to be him.
And so he dives. Pushing with all his might, he manages to tip the heavy structure, just enough so Amanda, Eric and Grant can get out. Paul himself isn't so lucky. Spinosaurus grabs the cage and Paul, throwing both straight up out of the water. Paul flies twenty feet away, further from the shore.
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About to shed his bag to climb higher, Grant finds one last hope. It's the resonation chamber model. A beat before he decides: It may not be the best choice, but it's the only choice.
He blows through it, the same eerie, raptor like pitch heard before earlier in the day. On the third try, he's able to approximate the "egg" cry he heard the raptors give. He keeps it up, repeating over and over.
Shredder stops for a beat, confused How this sound could be coming from a non-raptor. But then Shredder keeps smashing.
The mounting bolts began to slowly strain and creak. Soon the whole crane will tip. But not before a matching cry is heard in the jungle. Grant stops, not certain he heard it. But there it is again-
He keeps blowing. The crane is close to tipping when a single raptor appears from the darkness, chirping-barking at the Spinosaur, who simply bats away. Then more raptors come. And even more. Soon there are dozens gathering, circling. Grant stops signaling. All three survivors watch with horrified fascination, knowing their fate is perilous no matter which side wins.
Looking at his adversaries, the giant behemoth monster roars. And suddenly the raptors attack. He easily handles the first few, but like ants they just keep coming. They climb up his back, slicing, into him with their razor-sharp claws. Meanwhile, the fight continues. Spinosaurus rallies, shaking off many of the raptors, but they just keep coming. Their hooked claws dig in, scraping the meat to the bone.
The ground began to vibrate. And vibrate. The footsteps grew louder, and louder. And those footsteps came from a random Tyrannosaurus Rex, who arrived on the scene after being attracted to by the noise. And seeing Shredder up ahead, being weakened by the relentless assault by the raptors, took advantage and chomps down on his neck and throwing him to a nearby crane, knocking it over.
Spinosaurus puts up a brave fight to the end, but then, severely weakened by lack of stamina, the large Shredder retreated, knowing full well his territory is no longer his. The Tyrannosaurus and the Raptors all roared triumphantly in victory as Shredder retreated. "This isn't over. I will have my revenge." The Tyrannosaurus retreated to go off and hunt for the night, as the Raptors remained there, knowing that they successfully drove off the large Spinosaurus out of his own territory.
Then one of the raptors looks over to see the survivors swimming away. But a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
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