By this point in my life I'd owned a few research facilities across the globe. I was on a mission for the states and also for my own reasons. So like an average day on the aircraft my shipmates(penguins and two walruses) and I were studying a 60 foot great white shark and the coral reef in our holding tanks. So on our ship we had 60 foot shark, and I did some tests as I was watching the behavior.
After one test to see muscle movement along the side fins and dorsal fins, I was splashing around on the side of the tank with a 2 by 4. The shark reacted quickly then started to walk up the stairs on its pectoral fins. The dorsal fin was grabbing the rails and walking up the stairs. I had to jump from the stairs to the top of the tower, which was 10 feet taller than I was. My shipmates didn't get out of the way fast enough and they were eaten (penguins can't run). I lost three of the best mates I've worked with. But in the process I was trying turn the valve so the shark would be released into the pen so it could go in its room. I eventually reached it and wished for it to hurry up and turn. As soon as it turned I felt a great sigh of relief that everything was alright.
As I slowly recovered, I looked over the damage to calculate it. I reported it to my chief and received a phone call from Jay about what happened. I suffered small cuts and a few sprains and was told by my physician to stay at home for three weeks for recovery.
By Sara Watson
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