Snippet #1568183

Isabella had been waiting for this day for what seemed like forever. All those years spent in a boring classroom and then all the time she had to live in a awful desert studying plants. What plants, was the question she posed to her supervisors, but now she called her own shots. Her and Elliott Jones, her assistant, were home free. Of course Isabella was in charge but honestly she could care less what Elliott did, as long as it did not upset the balance of nature.

The thought of being on a perfect climate, deserted island with nothing but herself, some tools, and occasionally Elliott thrilled her. All those things she could take samples off and the Mer! It was only a myth, but Isabella knew they had to be there. Her mind was flooded with questions. To many to even analyze. She stood at the bow of the boat letting her chocolate hair whip into the wind but it soon became a nuisance so using to tanned fingers she french braided it down her head until only a few loose curls danced around her. In midst of the salty ocean smell was another scent. It filled her nose with a smell distinct to tropical trees, moist dirt and decay.

Her stomach was in a knot as she tried to get a better look. There it was. Rising from the water like Atlantis itself was a small sunken island. One side rose from the water and the other had a few pillars arising from the water, but that was it. Her icy blue eyes could see no further. Obviously they would be setting up camp on the unsunken side, hopefully there would be a lagoon of sorts. Isabella had already took the time to pull out and organize everything they would need to bring on shore. That consisted of a tent, two sleeping bags, a back pack full of supplies like bug spray, another bag with research equipment, a bag with food, and then her own personal belongings then whatever Elliott wanted to bring. Then there was all the scuba gear, but Isabella did not need it. She had an invention of her own. A small mouthpiece filled with elements that react with the salt water to produce oxygen allowing her to breath underwater without all the gear. The only issue was that she was not positive if it worked. It had done well in her lab experiment, but this was a whole different environment. All she wanted out of it was twenty minutes tops, anything longer would pose an issue seeing as she was not built like a fish with a swim bladder.

Suddenly the ship began to rock back and forth. The waves carrying it away from it's desired destination. Just like the fairy tales Isabella read as a child. Mer liked to protect their homes, but she never thought they would actually try to wreck her boat. It only took her a second to cross the boat and reach the wheel turning it abruptly in the direction they wanted to go. The small island began to reveal itself a little at a time. There was a small lagoon protected by jagged rocks.

In a few minutes they had dropped their anchor, making sure not to hit any coral reef, and made their way into a bright yellow safety raft filled to the brim with everything they would need to survive on the small island. The small engine propelled them easily through the rocks and into the warm clear water of the inlet. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Tree's were graced with moss and birds echoed through them, probably surprised by the humans that had made their way onto land unscathed. The white sand only extended for fifty feet then it was back to vine covered dirt, but there would be time to investigate that later. Elliott and Isabella worked quietly setting up their own small tents and getting camp set up. She hummed to a familiar tune as she placed everything in it's proper place. Each note she sang was quiet but soothing and each high note was perfectly on key. Besides researching, singing was the only thing she was good.. no... great at. She knew Elliott wouldn't mind, seeing as she hadn't said anything the entire trip about her quiet singing. "We're finally here Elliott.. excited?" Isabella stood looking out at the water.