Safe

[julio]

Somewhere in the Atlantic
1:01 PM

Traci quickly sat up, gasping for breath like he'd just ran a mile.
"Where the...how the...?" He glanced around, no longer in the hot, sticky jungle but in a small room.
He frowned, struggling to remember. His memory was full of holes, large black spots seperating the events.
Okay, I was filming the ape, then a bunch of monsters showed up and fought...then... He frowned harder. "Damn. How did I get here," he wondered aloud.
As if on cue, the door opened and in walked a middle-age man, clad in white uniform and carrying a matching hat. He seemed startled to find Traci up.
"Captain Halliday?" Traci said, agast. "Then I'm back on the ship?"
Halliday nodded. "Yes, and You're lucky, too. You came running up just as we where preparing to leave, we thought you where dead. That storm was brutal and the island is in a terrible state. Not to worry tho, you're safely onboard and we're heading for home. You should rest up. I'll send something for you up from mess." The captain started to leave, then turned. "That's a strange necklace you have on."
Traci, who was busy pacing the room, glanced up. "Huh? Oh this!" He slipped the chain over his head and held the comma shaped jewel out. "I found it on the island. Kinda cool, huh?"
The captain starred for a moment, then nodded. "Well, then. Enjoy the trip."
Traci shrugged, placed the necklace back over his head, grabbed his bag off of the floor and began to rummage through it.

[julio]

"Yes, but...I know but...." Traci held the phone away, toward the door so his boss wouldn't hear his snarls of frustration.
Still onboard the vessel and heading for New York, Traci was sitting on the floor of his bathroom, his stomach writhing from the side effects of the medication he was taking. He was dry-heaving into the bowl when his cell phone rang with Brian Lander, his boss, shouting from the other end.
"A big monkey, some dinosaurs? Big fat-fucking deal, Trac!" Lander shouted. "People don't care about that right now! Monsters are popping up all over the world and to top things off, GODZILLA IS BACK!"
"Did you even look at the damn pictures?" Traci asked, another wave of nausea assaulting him. "The monster in New York is the one ive been taking pictures of."
Lander was silent for a moment and Traci could hear him shuffling through papers in search of the photos that where sent ahead.
"Oh...err, yes. Well, then. Perhaps my time wasn't completely wasted."
"I want to look for Godzilla, sir," Traci said, boldly. "I wanna photograph him."
"Your too late, Farelane," Lander replied, almost interrupting him. "I've already assigned Timmons and his crew to that. After willingly vanishing for three days on a some 'lost world' your lucky to have a job. Just get back here and we'll work out your next assignment." With that, he hung up. Lander was never one to waste words.