The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

Leonard was waiting for me as I stepped on board. “Your cabin is this way,” he said. We went down a level, passing the galley and crew’s mess to enter a long hallway with doors on both sides. “Women’s bathrooms and shower are here,” he said as he passed the door. “Navy showers only; you get yourself wet, do the scrubbing with the water off, then rinse at the end,” he said. “No more than thirty seconds of water use total.”

“I understand,” I said as he stopped in front of a door with my name on it. The cabin was the size of a small closet. It had a few drawers for gear under a single bed, a sink and mirror, and a desk that could fold-down while you sat on the bed. It was big enough for a laptop, and there were power and internet cables nearby. A porthole about eight inches wide gave a glimpse of the outside. “Cozy,” I said.

“Most of us spend our free time in the crew’s mess or topside,” he said. “Speaking of which, let’s finish the tour and get up there for the safety brief.” There wasn’t much below us I needed to see; engine rooms and storage compartments mostly. On the main deck was the diving and research gear, and the next level up was the bridge deck. The ship carried a large davit on the back, which was an inverted “U” shape secured with joints to the stern, and equipped with hydraulic rams. It was able to lower a cradle into the water to support a twenty-foot shark and raise it to the deck so the researches could access the animal safely. Shark cages were folded and lashed to the rails, and rows of scuba tanks and a compressor were just aft of the superstructure. Two small remote-operated underwater vehicles sat in cases near the bow. In all, it was a capable research ship.

The crew and production team gathered for the safety brief before getting underway. Captain Steuben “Stubby” Merrill led the brief with Leonard pointing out the equipment. There were life rafts on each side, lifejackets, rescue lines, throw rings, and a review of line safety. “Never put a part of your body between a line and a fixed object, or step into a loop that could tighten or pull you overboard,” he said. “Just like divers, carry a knife when you are up on decks, and pay attention to what is going on around you.” The two went over procedures for man overboard and lifeboat stations, and when there were no questions, he dismissed us in preparation for getting underway.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Doctor John Holliday was the expedition leader, and he pulled me aside. A renowned shark researcher in his early forties, his distinctive white beard made him look like Captain Ahab. “The team will be meeting in thirty minutes to go over the expedition strategy. It’s down in the crew’s mess,” he said.

“I’ll be there. Thank you for having me along, Doctor Holliday. It’s a great honor to be part of your team. I’ve watched your work for years.”

He gave a quick laugh. “Doc or John, please. Your producer looks like he needs to talk. I’ll see you soon.”

Erik Johnston was there when I turned around, along with two camera operators. I signed the same consent form the crew had signed, giving the Discovery Channel my permission to be seen in the documentary. “This won’t do,” he said as he looked at my cargo shorts and T-shirt. “Get a bikini on with a shirt, and don’t forget sunblock. I don’t want you red as a tomato by day two. We’re going to start filming as we pull out, so hurry.”

They were paying the way, and they knew the deal with Bodyglove was helping to finance the documentary, so I did what they said. I changed into a scuba-style bikini in the tiger-shark patter, with a matching Bodyglove scuba shirt over it, and boat shoes. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and came back on deck in time. The cameramen took shots of us as I helped retrieve the lines, and we got underway. I wanted to work hard and fit in, and Leonard was happy to teach me as we worked together.

I spent some time on the main deck before Erik told me to join the Captain on the bridge for more shots. Captain Stubby was friendly, explaining what was going on as he piloted the ship out of the harbor and out to sea. We were targeting areas of the Cape with large seal populations. The Great Whites had been returning here each summer for the past four decades, as the seal populations exploded. Their numbers were so high now that some were pushing to remove Federal protections on them.

In addition to Great White Sharks, the Cape area had other shark species. The basking shark, a filter feeder sometimes mistaken for a Great White, was an occasional resident. Shortfin mako sharks fed on open-water fish and blue sharks are in deep waters. The Porbeagle shark is the only year-round resident, often found in groups and reaching up to ten feet. The distinctive white spot on the back of their rounded-top dorsal fin helped with identification. There were also spiny dogfish, with their long, narrow snouts and white spots. Common in shallow waters, they were small sharks up to five feet long.

The cameramen shot everything that was going on, some of which might make it into the show as background. They also installed fixed cameras on the bridge, overlooking the bow and stern, on top of the davit arm, and in the crew’s mess. Only the cabins and bathrooms were off-limits to filming according to the contracts. “We will have thousands of hours of footage by the end of this expedition. Digital storage is cheap, missing something is expensive,” Erik said.

There were three groups of people on the boat. The boat crew consisted of Captain Merrill, First Mate Wood, Engineer Marcus Marconi, Chef Dee Boyar, and deckhand Connor McCloud. The Discovery Channel team had five people; all four cameramen were qualified divers and would alternate off-camera and safety diver work. The scientific crew, led by Doctor Holliday, included four male and two female graduate students. Doctor Gianna Goodwin, a fifty-year-old veterinarian who specialized in shark species, rounded out the group. I went down with the cameramen to the crew’s mess for the expedition brief.

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