" Three weeks. " They told her. " Three weeks, you'll be out at sea. You are to collect data and make observations of anything and everything that you see. Let it be wildlife, plant life, sea life, or any form of life itself. You will be given all of the necessities that you will need, and more. On the end of the third week, we will pack up and go to the lab. We're making history here. And who would have thought, that a large city could be submerged like that, and it was right under our noses! " How long has it been? Five? Six weeks? Four months? Well, it's been at least four weeks since she had last had a canned meal. It's probably been at least twice that since she ran out of pen ink, and dropped her journal in the water- thus, rendering it completely useless. And relatively soggy. But it wasn't anything that the team at the base couldn't decipher, right? Right. That's what Stella kept telling herself. They would be here, scold her about how she may or may not have lost important notes, and take her back to her comfy lifestyle. Or so she hoped. Stella Maris had always loved life. Let it be sea life, human life, plant life- anything, really. If it breathed in a certain way, she was absolutely interested in it. Which was exactly why she took up the occupation in the first place! It was practically made for her- her name does quite literally mean 'Star of the Sea'. But, if anyone had told her that being stranded in the middle of the ocean was apart of the job, she would have happily declined. But, work was work, and she knew that she was going to get a pretty penny for her work. If it was done correctly. The notebook falling in the water was just a minor setback, but what could they have expected? Nonetheless, she was going to be payed kindly for her work. If she wasn't to be payed for just that slip up, oh, she would have a talk with them, of course. Maris was sitting at the top of a building- or, what was the top of the building. It arose a small portion of the way out of the water, so if someone was to look at it from a birds-eye-view, it was just a square peeking from the water. She had her feet in the water, and she was simply kicking at the water. Which was a bad idea in hindsight, because she was scaring off any fish that she hoped to catch later. The woman sighed, and looked upward. Not a cloud in the sky, but yet she couldn't enjoy it. She would have gone out for a swim, seeing that there was nothing else to do, but she really didn't want to get the clothing she had on at the moment wet. Maris could have gone skinny dipping, but she wouldn't want to risk it. What if one of her peers saw her nude? Oh, she would be positively pink! She just dipped her feet in for now, and dreamed of an ice cold lemonade in her hand. Maris looked away from the endlessly blue sky, and over at the endlessly blue ocean. Wait, what was that in the water? Was that a fish? It was way too big to be a normal fish... Was it a shark? A salmon? A marlin? A swordfish? Whatever it was, it was big, and it looked appetizing. She quickly pulled her feet from the water, and ran a hand through her short dark hair- it was black, but it might as well have been brown by then. The sun was an all natural hair-dye. She looked around frantically for a pole, but only found the net. It would have to do- it was life or lunch right about then. Stella took ahold of the net, and looked at the fish once more- but, it seemed a little less than a fish. Oh god, it was a shark. The woman closed her eyes, and batted blindly and aimlessly at the creature, with intent to blind it- or simply knock it out. She had hit it a few times, but she knew that it wasn't going to be enough. Oh, where had she put her weapon? It might have came in handy right then.