After an eventful day on Mako’s Island purely for research and an unexpected social gathering, a large majority of the crowd took off within the hours of operation. Same stayed behind for reasons of their own, plus it helped having their own boat to ride back to, whereas the few that stayed on the island were camping there for the night. However, Marina’s volunteer hours required her to stay behind long enough to pick up trash and check around to see if there was any damage. With a group of college students here on the island there was bound to be some mischiefs here. Fortunately, there was very few; which saved Marina some hours.<br/><br/>As the sun was setting, Marina tiredly carried another set of black trash bags and placed them onto her boat. Tents and canopies were neatly organized and folded after hours of labor along with left over trash bags that laid upon the sand.  She only took a break, so she can climb back into her boat and drink some water and wipe some dirty sweat off her forehead. It was meant to be short and she had every intention to keep working. During this time the below deck lights were turned on, the waves calm enough that only bumped the boat in small rhythms, and waves coming and going as a sweet lullaby. This played out like a soft toned orchestra playing its stings within nature. This calming, yet solitude feeling eased her to finally stop working and sit down. Take a short break.<br/><br/>Once Marina found a spot on the back of the boat and let her feet hang from the railing she did her slow inhales and exhales and relaxed a little. Her gazed lowered down to the sea below her feet when she realized tonight was a full moon. Of course, the reflection of the moon and sea was a blur. The reflection only was unclear when a sudden gust of wind picked up. Marina pulled herself into the boat and covered her eyes from the flying sand. The wind was small lived when she heard a small throb hit the top of the speed boat. Out of curiosity she picked herself up and peaked over at the top. Since she wasn’t tall she had to tippy toe. It was slightly dark when she wasn’t inside her boat, but thanks to the natural moonlight she saw the mysterious item that landed on top of the boat. A cap.<br/><br/>Marina reached her hands up to the railings above her and pulled herself up. She heard someone running through the bushes on the beach; which caused her to snap her direction towards the source of the noise. She didn’t see anyone and for a moment was too cautious to move. The only reason why she did was because she saw the cap was about to fall off the edge of the boat and she grabbed for it in time.<br/><br/>After getting a better grip onto the hat’s fabric she analyzed it and noticed green strand hairs. “Hmm…” She sounded to herself since she is one to talk to herself. “Didn’t Dr. Yates talk about someone having green hair or something?”<br/><br/>Trying to jog her memory Marina’s cast her eyes among the same brushes she heard movement there or so she thought. “Hello?” She called out. She let a couple of seconds of silences before summoning a mixture of bravery and stupidity, on her part, she hopped off the boat and advanced further into the beach. Having every intention to investigate.<br/><br/>For the purpose of staying safe she clipped on the hat onto her belt loop, got out a flashlight for better guidance, and moved with some brisk. Whoever she would find, considering the situation, she wouldn’t want to be found if she ventured through the Mako’s island if someone is truly there.