Journal Entry
From the journal of Minnow Gray
Getting the invite here feels like I’ve won the lottery, and I have Doc Finnegan to thank. The house where we scientists stay
is decrepit, wind-battered and as unwelcoming as they come. The guys here say it’s haunted, and not just by mice. I can believe
it. Windows rattle, floorboards creak and unnamed things howled a few nights ago when a storm hurled breaking waves in over
the rocks. I’m still getting settled, but I know I’m going to love it.
Yesterday I had a crash course in Farallon history from Max, the head of the shark project, and I have to admit, I’m fascinated
by the island’s dark past (and if I’m honest, by him too). Over the past few hundred years, these rocky islands have been
home to shipwrecks, rapacious seal hunters, egg collectors and lighthouse keepers. Death and disease ran rampant, and being
here, I can see why. But I am more than happy to overlook the bleak, barren land and the ghosts and vermin in exchange for
a few months at what is essentially a block party of oversized sharks.