Snippet #1568857

Isabella was so submerged in nature that she almost did not realize Elliott had responded.

“Very.” She answered enthusiastically, maybe a little too loudly. She made sure to tone down her voice before she spoke again. “It late afternoon, should we check out a little of this side of the island today, and head towards the other side tomorrow?”

Despite the fact she was ever so anxious to explore, truth of the matter is was that the sky would soon be getting dark and instead of exploring they needed to take notes on how life on the island went so they could be prepared. Things such as what bugs came out at what time, what birds were around, ocean life, tide, and setting of the sun would all be great factors in their exploration.

"For tonight, how about we stay here instead of explore. We need to take the island pieces at a time, so for now, let's look at the lagoon it's surrounding beach area and some of the closer forest?" Isabella paused, folding her arms over her stomach, "Elliott, I know I am your boss, but unless I give you direct orders feel free to do as you please. We both have different agendas I know you are aching to see the ruins and I want to see if the Mer are actually real. Before you go anywhere just take a radio and a compass." She was pretty lenient when it came to these sort of things. "I'd prefer if we stayed near here for tonight seeing as you won't get far before sundown. Also.. Don't venture to far into the water without me close by... just for safety measures."

With that ran her hand over tanned skin which had begun to become a tiny bit clammy in the heat. As much as she hated to she removed her vest and shirt leaving her in a pair of khaki shorts and a peach swimsuit top that was covered with a tight white tank top. She wasn't worried about Elliott doing anything, they were both girls and friends at that. "I'm going to go check out the shallows if you need me just call." It only took her a moment to dig through her bag and find her waterproof notebook and pen which she stuck in her pocket as she slipped off her work boots leaving her feet bare.

Once she had made her way towards the water she pulled her notepad back out and began to jot down notes about temperature, feeling, and plant life. She had become so into her work that she almost did not notice when she was knee deep in the water. It was warm and tropical as it brushed against her olive skin bringing relief to the tiny bit of sweat that had formed on her.

Out of habit she began to sing, louder than she had before. Elliott was about fifty to seventy five feet away so her singing would come to her as a quiet whisper in the wind.

No, I can't take one more step towards you
‘Cause all that's waiting is regret
Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most

I learned to live, half alive
And now you want me one more time

Who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?

She continued to sing her eyes getting locked into a trance in the clear water.

(I do not own this song, it belongs to Christina Perri called Jar of Hearts)