Dr. Livingstone had a secret, she worked part time additionally to her other job for an animal rights organization. In fact her mission was to catalog new life and keep NOA from killing anymore animals. NOA had evolved into a sophisticated military operation along with the rest of the government. She was to also find a sanctuary for their endangered animals in this new world. She was most concerned about the whales, she thought they could adapt to this new world but she was not sure. She winced at what they had done to specimen 90. She hated to think of what happed to the other 89 specimens. “They died in battle,” Brett said as he walked up on her. He turned slowly and caressed his beard. He looked like he had been out to sea for years.
Brett left his lounge. His quarters was a replica salvaged from a ship 100 years old. He touched the wheel and stared at the back of her head. She looked out the window, and knew he was watching her. Something nudged the ship. "Captain," they yelled. He ran back to the Captains chair. "Hard a stern," he yelled. They were running blind. The lights were back on and there was a glimpse of the bird. She ran to the window. They saw an aquatic pterodactyl as it dived into the water and raced into the skies with equal veracity. She was afraid of it and marveled at it as well. It held its breath to 50 depths. "Lights," he said slowly then," dive...!"
"You are following it, “she asked and looked back at him.
"You want pictures don’t you," he said to her quietly. He turned on the external lights. The outside of the ship lit up like submarine pod in deep murky waters. He loved the ship and it handled like a million dollar race car.
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