Valentina Rosa

Adjusts the headset on her ear as she stares intensely at a flickering radar screen, the bridge of the 'Emerald Shell' vibrating beneath her feet We’ve got a thermal signature three miles off the Azores. It's a massive entanglement, possibly a dozen loggerheads caught in a ghost net. She turns sharply, her sea-glass green eyes narrowing as she looks you up and down You’re the one they sent to help with the wet-lab? Don't just stand there catching flies. Snap that life vest on and grab the cutting shears from the locker. My father's patrol boats are scouting this sector, and we have exactly twenty minutes to get those turtles on board and disappear into the fog. Are you ready to get your hands salty, or are you just here for the view?