My colleague and I were sent to explore the Mariana Trench, written by Eke Peak.

Based to doctors, are you too ready?

Ready.

We said it in unison, though he sounded more worried than I did.

The voices of the scientists back at the base came out loud and clear through speakers that connected to the built-in audio.

We responded by pushing in a button and talking into a long, thin microphone.

This was supposed to be a dream come true, but I admit I was just as nervous as my colleague.

It was around a four-hour trip, and I had spent a lot of it reminiscing on everything that had got me to this point of my life,

descending down into one of the earth's deepest points,

a vast abyss of secrets,

a trench that held so many unknown species of life,

a place only very few had seen with thrown two eyes.

I was excited and panicked on the inside, but seemed unbothered on the outside.

My colleague was quiet as well.

I assumed he was doing the same thing as we drifted down into the water.

We both looked out of the front window of the submersible device that we helped build.

Our faces were expressionless.

Descending, 1,000 meters, 2,000 meters.

When I was a kid, I was obsessed with water, pools, oceans, lakes, rivers, and seas.

You name a body of water and I bet that I loved it.

At first, I only had an interest in swimming.

As I got older though, I started to take a fascination in marine life.

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