A Day in the Life of a Seafloor Scientist

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I wake up disoriented, not remembering where I am. I sit up and bang my head against the bunk above me. Oh, right, I’m on the Research Vessel Falkor in the Mariana Back-Arc (western Pacific)

Shower-adventure over, I finish my morning routine and zig-zag down the hall towards the back deck (luckily there are rails lining the halls to keep me upright), and then I climb up to the upper deck to enjoy the warm breeze and the view of endless ocean. A hammock invites me to climb in, but I soon realize that the motion of the hammock with the motion of the ship is not a pleasant combination. Feeling slightly green, I elect to relax instead on the sturdiest lounge chair I can find.

The rumbling of my stomach informs me that it is now time for food so I head to the mess hall. I pass Greg, our Polish chef in the hallway, and his wide grin informs me that today’s meal will be extra spectacular. It is indeed – schnitzel, roast veggies, potatoes and gravy, salad… and several more options for meat lovers and vegetarians alike. That sounds like a weird breakfast, you say… I should mention that I’m on the Night Watch (kinda like Jon Snow with less ice) from 8 pm to 8 am. A few crew members find me after the meal and place their wagers on our “plume pool,”

Hearty breakfast eaten, it’s now time for work. I stumble-walk my way to the science control room, and take my seat in one of the big important-looking chairs. I feel like I’m in Star Trek, only our final frontier is at the depths of the ocean.

With popular music from the movie now stuck in my head, I can barely keep my eyes open. My bunk welcomes me with open arms and I am rocked peacefully to sleep by the waves.

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