The team watched as the various sea birds they were with dived into the ocean, all looking for food in the ancient sea. Joining them were several pterosaurs, including the park's only resident Pteranodon. This was the time where his kind were plentiful, though recent findings in Morocco had revealed that the pteranodonts had endured all the way to the end of Mesozoic era, as had the nyctosaurids. And whilst the primary focus of this mission was on rescuing ancient sea reptiles, a few pterosaurs wouldn't hurt either.

The team had brought the flier through with the Mariner, for he had already been waiting there - Nigel was not going to let the giant flier stay at the park for this mission. Now, he was leading the group toward the target for their first aquatic rescue of the way - a a school of fish. Not the most impressive of rescues, but if you had fish, then other creatures would follow. Already, the team could spot a large shoal of yellow fish with blue heads, all trying to evade a horde of predators.

A horde that would only get larger as time passed on.

Already, the team was thinking up a way to save these fish, though with the large number present, the 'how' behind this plan proved to be elusive.

"...I can't believe I'm saying this, but I wish we had a fishing trawler," spoke Elise. "I mean, sure, getting caught in that net would probably hurt, but then it would be rather easy to get all of these fish back home with us."

"Yeah. That'd really be an effective way to catch all of these fish," conceded Tristan.

"Well, you might be wrong about that," replied Nigel, who had just thrown a buoy into the water.

"That having a trawler would help us catch all of the fish?" questioned Sean.

"No. You're wrong ins assuming that we don't have one."

A moment later, a portal opened near the discarded buoy, and sure enough, the shape of a trawler emerged from it. Crewing it was a team not too much older than Tristan and his friends - young men and woman, who were already hard at work readying up a fishing net. At the center of the boat, where one would expect fish to be deposited by the net, a set of eight portal sticks formed a large circle over a small pool of water - a bulk way of rescuing fish.

"I will admit that I don't particularly like using that type of boat," remarked Nigel, "but it is without a doubt the most effective way to catch whole shoals of fish. And with these kinds of creatures, the numbers count."

Not seeing anything wrong with Nigel's point, the team watched on as the trawler (whose name, the Cetorhinus, they barely managed to make out) sped ahead of them until it was just behind the shoal. There, its crew released the net and began to overtake the school of fish. Within minutes, the whole group had been caught, and one dump of the net later, were in the safety of the park.

The surprise rescue of the fish caused a second shoal that had been swimming nearby to veer off, sending them on a path the would collide with the Mariner. Sensing an opportunity, the team opened their portal, and the fish soon entered the safety of the present, followed by a group of sea birds and a flock of Geosternbergia. A close look even revealed small, lizard-like forms following the fish into the portal - the telltale shapes of mosasaurs, though these ones were tiny. IN the deeper waters, they would be prey to even larger creatures, thus they remained in the shallows...at least until they were sent into the safety of the present.

Emboldened by their first victory, the team began looking for other creatures to catch.

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Back at the park, Al was one again prowling his territory. Allosaurs needed vast ranges to sustain themselves, and whilst he had plenty of food available to him all the time, he still felt the need to search for intruders. Already, he could spot a dung sign that was not his own.

As he moved to inspect it, though, he found a familiar odor coming off from the dung, one that instantly changed his planned reaction. This dung did not belong to a rival allosaur, but to a young female - and one who was beginning to go into heat. This was the second time Al had encountered this scent in his life, and already, his instincts were kicking in, telling him exactly what to do.

Experience, however, told him to avoid immediately confronting the female intruder - his last attempt at mating had caused a number of injuries whose scars still plagued him, including his arm injury.

Still, he would need to find her eventually - if if she was a potential mate, she was still an intruder. And intruders needed to be punished, lest they continue to go where they were not welcome.

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Al was not the only dinosaur getting amorous. The Coelophysis were also beginning to seek out mates. To say that it was their breeding season, however, would have been a mistake. Coelophysis were year round breeders, as their adaptability made finding food less difficult regardless of the climate. True, this could prove problematic if the mother had to carry the eggs during a particularly bad dry season, but it had its advantages.

Right now, the males were busy getting into shouting matches, trying to look big and tough so as to attract females. They puffed up their primitive feathers in an effort to appear larger, and also began to display the turkey-like wattles on their throats. Yet they were not the only ones fighting - the females were also displaying. Coelophysis are monogamous, and while the pairing may not last the entire lifetime, it meant that both partners wanted only the best available mates.

Still, when this was over, their would be no true losers - the park, if only by luck, had brought back exactly equal numbers of adults of both genders, so inevitably, all of the animals here that were not juveniles would find mates. Whether or not they were the mates they wanted, though, was something else entirely.

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The various carnivores living in the park were not the only creatures preparing to breed. All over the park, a variety of animals were entering their mating season. The woolly rhinos had begun to display and tear up the ground with their faces, whilst the various caseids had begun to engage in wrestling matches which, to some, resembled a hugging contest. As for the larger herbivores, the diplodocoids had begun to engage in shoving matches, ones that vaguely resembled the ones held by giraffes in Africa. Already, females were looking on in interest, trying to decide who they would mate with.

All the while, Bob and Suzanne were trying to keep track of who was getting ready to breed, because more animals meant a much larger workload for them. Hopefully, they wouldn't get overwhelmed - this was something worth doing!

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Back in the past, the team had finished up rescuing the animals in their immediate vicinity, and were now trying to locate more animals. Already, the telltale shape of a small mosasaur had been spotted. Thus, their ship began to follow them, all the while searching for even larger killers.

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