With an alliance formed and every fiber of her being screaming at her to rest, Olivia went to bed and woke up at the crack of dawn the next day. There was still the promised explanation from Professor Ling that she was greatly looking forward to.

As she got dressed for the day she allowed her mind to wander back to her seemingly brief time in the ocean. All she did was pick up that weird device that Ling asked her to find and it suddenly floated away towards some ancient structure she'd barely even noticed. Lights trailed the ocean floor that seemed to have some understanding of if something was blocking its way and clearing the path resulted in the ascension of yet another piece of stone machinery. The results after were nearly instantaneous recovery of the surrounding aquatic flora and the oil was forced to retreat. As if it was also somehow alive like a weed.

The engineer in her wanted to tinker with it and figure out how it worked. Take it apart. Put it back together. However, Professor Ling mentioned this was her scientific equipment so she probably had the blueprints, considering she promised to explain.

Olivia shifted and stretched while thinking this over before heading to the door. Upon opening it she found crows picking at her fledgling crops.

"HEY!" She shouted before charging over while waving her arms to scare them off.

Angry caws and squawks were shouted in return as the avian pests took to the sky's and fled with their spoils.

"Oh maaan." Olivia whined as she knelt down to check the damage. Two good portions of her turnips were completely destroyed and a portion of daisies were plucked up by the birds looking for bugs and worms the plants were hiding.

She pressed her lips together to keep from shouting and exhaled through her nose before grumpily shaking a finger at the sky. "Fool me once. Never again." She would do a better job protecting her field. Somehow.

While she wasn't sure how she'd do that, the walk over to the Lab gave her plenty of time to ponder. A scarecrow seemed like the most obvious answer but buying one would take time and money that she didn't have. She needed the crops to get the money to buy the scarecrow… But she needed the scarecrow to protect the crops to get the money for the scarecrow.

"It's Schrodinger's scarecrow. It needs to exist both now and wait to exist until later…" She muttered under her breath as she dejectedly shifted to lean against the Lab wall while waiting for the professor to arrive. Perhaps waking up at six in the morning was a little excessive when no one else was awake until nine…

She pinched the bridge of her nose for a moment as she continued to think it over.

Maybe she could make one on her own.

She didn't have tools for crafting…

Dinda has tools.

What would she make it out of?

There was plenty of trash lying around the field.

Would Dinda be okay with her tools being used on garbage?

She could just buy tools.

She didn't have money.

And we're back to the money problem…

"There you are Olivia," Ling greeted as she walked up the path to the lab. "I was hoping you'd show up bright an early. Come in, come in." She waved for Olivia to join her as she walked over and unlocked the Lab's front door.

Olivia did as she was told and left her pondering for a later time. She glanced around the brightly lit facilities that looked practically brand new, though the tanks for marine research were all sadly empty. "This place looks amazing."

"Thank you," Ling walked over to a state of the art desk that had a computer built into it. Various inputs caused the lab to spring to life as lights and equipment hummed. "I'm able to monitor your dives from here but, that's not why you're here." She turned toward an opening that led further into the lab and motioned for Olivia to follow her again. "Please follow me into my 'secret lair' where I can explain things to you."

Olivia followed as requested, past various tanks of salt water and desks of equipment. Through one room and into another until she found herself staring at one of the strange marble and gold devices. This one looked pristine, unlike the ones she saw under the sea. Various cables and wires were hooked up to it and a vibrant piece of coral that was surprisingly healthy for being above water.

"Where to start… Well, many years ago I planted super corals, just like the one here, all around Coral Island," Ling began as she settled to stand in a more comfortable position for her exposition. "They've been specifically bred to survive rising ocean temperatures and hostile environments. The room we're in also holds Merf-Er, ancient technologies that can remove those stubborn oil-covered roots and heal sick coral."

Olivia could feel her eyes squint as she glanced over to the professor. That sounded suspicious and she wasn't born yesterday. "u-huh… What kind of ancient technology?"

"What you saw in the ocean. How should I put it… At it's most basic, we take a little bit of what makes a super coral healthy, an share it with all the other sick coral so they can get better." Ling answered in part before bobbing her head. "By combining human science, a little bit of magic and the… Ancient technology, the ocean can recover."

"Okay so… you're comfortable casually dropping magic into this equation but we're not going to elaborate on the ancient technology part." Olivia pointed out while making a rolling motion with her hands to urge the professor to explain.

"Look I get it. It's a lot to take in and I'm sure you still have questions. But that's all I can share for now. The rest you'll need to discover on your own." Ling insisted.

Hearing this caused Olivia to pause. It was frustrating being spoon fed little bits and pieces of this new weird truth she'd found herself in but, at least Ling was actually answering questions in some capacity. "Fine," She reluctantly agreed.

"Thank you for understanding," Ling then turned to pick up a replica of the solar orbs. "I haven't forgotten my promise. When you find four more of these solar orbs, the diving suit is yours."

"Alright, I might stop by later to pick it up again then. I was hoping to get a few hours of searching in," Olivia admitted with a shrug. Not like she had much room to argue.

"I'll see you later then… Actually. Olivia, one more thing before you go," Ling paused to choose her words carefully. "I want you to know that, although you've been deemed worthy, you aren't the only one out there that is worthy… Hopefully that didn't come across in the wrong way, but I don't want you to feel like this is a fate you can't escape," The words seemed painful for her in their own right as she looked away. "There's nothing worse than that."

Olivia paused thinking of her desire to run from her past 'life'. Crying over things that seem so trivial compared to what she's working on now. "Yeah. Don't worry I'm good at giving up if things get rough," She forced a laugh. "Jokes aside. I appreciate the reminder. I'll let you know if I need a break, but honestly, yesterday was a blast. I enjoyed being down there. It's like a whole different world." A more genuine smile returned as she thought over the crisp blue depths. "I want to see more of it."

"Then I'm glad we're working together," Ling replied as her own smile returned. "Thanks again for stopping by, Olivia."

"No problem, I'll be pestering you again soon enough," Olivia replied giving a parting wave as she left the Lab. Before she could dive again she had her scarecrow riddle to solve.

After exiting the lab she made her way west through town, slowly moseying as she thought it over. As her eyes caught sight of the abandoned recycling plant she slowed to a stop and stared at the mounds of trash that sat in heaping piles. Her eyes lingered on a pile of discarded ten-gallon water cooler jugs. Just that quickly her mind became a blank sheet of blue paper as white lines etched across it.

She happily walked over picking up one of the jugs before an old tire caught her attention. A new page was added to her mind as another idea formed. Her thoughts were filled with the sound of scribbled notes and adjustments as she rummaged around for parts that would fit her grand designs.

"BINGO!" She happily cheered as she pulled an old used garden hose free from the discard pile and added that to her collection of goodies. A window screen and a bucket were added shortly after as she ignored the stares of villagers that happened to pass by.

The new farmer was… concerning Interesting.

Blissfully unaware of this she picked up her goodies and made her way to Dinda and Joko's home. Leaving the pile outside before heading in. The only way she'd know if Dinda would be okay with lending out her tools would be to ask.

"Dinda, are you home?" Olivia called into the store fronted house.

"Coming," She called back and shortly after she walked into the room. "Good to see you again. What can I help you with."

"I was hoping to ask for a favor," Olivia admitted. "There's something I want to build for my farm. I have all the parts I need to do that but, no tools. It should be easy enough but I need something that can cut through thick plastic and rope. I totally understand if you're not okay with your tools being used on something like that but, I was wondering if it's okay for me to borrow them just this once." She nervously explained causing her to speak a little too quickly. "Once my first harvest comes in I'll buy my own tools or even buy you new ones and accept the old ones I used if my work damages them in any way."

"You are too much," Dinda laughed. "Our tools can cut through metal easily, a little plastic wouldn't hurt them. If you need to borrow them this once. Sure. I don't mind lending them to you until you can get your own." She agreed as an air of amusement set in.

"Thank you," Olivia joyfully cheered.

"So, what do you need." Dinda asked.

"I just need a hand saw and some heavy duty Scissors If you have them. If you have a heat gun that would be great too but I'm guessing I'm pushing my luck with that request." She listed off.

Dinda walked away and came back with the three requested Items. "You're in luck. Have at. Just try and stay close to the house incase we end up needing them too."

"Can do," Olivia agreed as she collected the tools and went back outside with a pep in her step.

Some sawing, hacking, tying and five hours later Olivia happily looked over her newly recycled pile of materials. Sure it required a few trips back to the dump due to expanded concepts but a budding sense of pride kicked in as she looked over her creations.

Dinda walked out of the shop to check on Olivia's progress around this time, only for a more confused and concerned expression to plague her face. Sitting in front of Olivia were two scarecrows made from tires, buckets and hacked up brooms and mops. That much made sense, but the addition of two water coolers on pikes with hose pieces sticking out of the bottom like deformed trash octopi was not what she expected to see.

"How's the building going?" Dinda questioned though her voice seemed a few octaves higher then usual.

"Great, I just finished actually," She admitted while patting one of the trash octopi. "This should help a ton! Thank you so much."

"Glad to hear it. What, is it. Exactly…." She grimaced while trying to keep any judgement from seeping into her words.

An excited glint twinkled in Olivia's eye as she happily accepted the invitation to explain. "it's a gravity fed underground irrigation system with pneumatic stop valves that's self-reliant." She practically sang as she looked back to her handy work. This was going to save her so much time!

"Uhuh… More plainly?" Dinda requested.

"it's a sprinkler. See you place the piked jug in the center of a section of crops and burry the hoses underground where the seeds are. Then when you want to water them you just," -she paused to pull at a string on the top of the contraption in an effort to illustrate how her invention worked-"pull this string here which is attached to a stopper in the hoses and once the stopper is moved out of the way of the hole in the hose, gravity will pull the water from the jug into the hoses and out to the soil! All you have to do is let go of the string and the plug moves back into place on its own because of the pneumatics. And since I cut off the top and replaced it with a screen, the jugs will refill when it rains! It's practically hands off farming with no electricity required. Isn't it great!"

Dinda wasn't sure how to respond. Olivia seemed so quiet and reserved when she first met the farmer, yet now she looked more like an excited puppy who just learned it's first trick and wanted praise. "I'm so glad you're excited." It still looked like a trash octopus to her.

"Yeah, thank you so much for letting me use your tool. I never could have made these without you." Olivia insisted as she moved to start cleaning up her work space.

"Don't mention it." Seriously please don't mention it. "How about I help you clean up. It's nearly two in the after noon and I haven't seen you eat a thing. Once we're done here you should go find something to eat."

"Ugh, yeah I skipped breakfast too," She sheepishly admitted.

"Olivia!"

"I know, I know," She affirmed. "I promise after I take these home, I'll go get something to eat. No side tracks or distractions."

"Good. We just got a new farmer and if we lose you to starvation then I don't know how the rest of us will fair any better," She warned.

Olivia was true to her word and after cleaning her construction mess, she went straight back to her farm, set up her inventions, and started on her way to the Coral Inn. She'd seen signs for it on her way to the docks yesterday and it looked like it was set up to serve food as well based on the outdoor seating.

As she made her way through town, a familiar mop of blond hair and a white button down shirt heading towards the beach caught her attention. "Oh. Hey Scott, wait up!"

"Hm?" Scott stopped as requested and turned to see Olivia walking over. "Oh hey. Man, you reminded me. I need to drop off some trash at the dumpster today."

Olivia stopped in her tracks as her jaw dropped upon hearing the insult. "Well screw you too, who pissed in your cheerios?"

"Huh?" Scott's face contorted in confusion, before understanding quickly took its place. "Wait did I offend you? I meant it as a compliment," he insisted with a forced grimacing smile. "You look like someone who recycles a lot for some reason."

"Mhm," Yeah she didn't buy that for a second.

"Okay so I saw you rummaging through the dump earlier and that's what reminded me," He corrected.

"Ah. Yeah, that makes more sense," Olivia frowned while crossing her arms.

"What on earth were you doing anyways?" The archeologist asked with a raised eyebrow as he shifted to cross his arms.

"To your credit, recycling," Olivia tried to force back a smile that was pulling at the corners of her mouth.

Hearing this caused Scott to snort in an effort not to laugh. "Seriously?"

"Kinda. Made some farming equipment from junk until I can afford proper replacements," She shrugged.

"You made farming equipment from junk…" He repeated though he lessened his efforts to hide his amusement.

"I was an engineer. What good is that if I don't put my old tinkering ways to use," Olivia half-heartedly defended.

"I see, so, where are you headed?" Scott asked as he seemed to shift his weight to partially face the beach again.

"I was about to grab a bite to eat before taking another dive. With any luck I might find a new artifact or two for you." Olivia listed off.

"Nice. Well for the sake of the museum, I should leave you to that then. See you around,"

"Seeya," she replied. Both gave a casual wave before parting ways. Soft soil was replaced with solid wood planks as she made her way to the docks and up a flight of stairs to approach the Inn. "This place is huge," she whispered before cautiously entering.

Marble floors and crisp white walls made deep blue rugs and furniture stand out against bright green foliage and dark wood accent pieces.

A young woman with long straight blond hair stood behind the check-in desk. "Welcome to," she paused as her blue eyes narrowed in quiet pondering. "Is that... Is that you, Olivia?"

"Alice?" Olivia asked as realization set in for her as well.

"Wow! I almost didn't recognize you in that get up," Alice replied with a laugh.

"Yeah well. Farming requires some interesting clothes," Olivia nervously scratched at the back of her head.

"Oh, so you're the one moving into the lot, huh? That would explain the outfit." She teased. "How have you been? I haven't seen you since college!"

"Oh my gosh I know. What are the odds of running into each other again here of all places. There aren't exactly a lot of people in town." Olivia happily took the chance to finish walking over to the front desk.

"Right? It's not just the town you know. The inn isn't as busy as it used to be. Hopefully with you moving in… it's a sign of something good." As she spoke her voice seemed to trail away with her thoughts.

"No pressure, right?" Olivia jokingly asked.

"Oh gosh, no. But seriously what are you doing here? I thought you had big plans of being some famous inventor. Changing the world one doo-dad at a time." Alice hesitantly pressed.

"Burnt out,"

"Ah," Alice nodded in understanding. "Well, things don't always go to plan I guess."

"True. So what about you? Still trying to catch a ghost on the side?" Olivia pondered aloud.

"Not as much as I was before. Suki and I have been trying to keep the family Inn afloat and even with out customers, it's a full-time job." Alice's face lit up. "hey maybe now that you're here you can help me build detecting gear like old times."

Olivia laughed. "I don't have access to the university labs now, so it's not going to be anything amazing. I'll let you know when I master metaphysics and then we can make something."

"You're too hard on yourself. You don't need to master anything first." Alice waved off the idea before glancing away. "I get that you're not one to believe in the paranormal and all but, remind me to introduce you to Noah, okay? I think you two would get along."

"Theres a Noah? Interesting," Olivia teased.

"I-it's not like that," Alice insisted.

"Mhm," Alice always was so shy compared to her sister. Actually now that she thought about it. "So Suki move back too? I thought she was thinking about marrying that boyfriend of hers?"

Alice winced. "I should let her answer that."

"Oh gosh. Okay," She really needed to get out more often. How did she miss both of them? "Is it a sensitive topic or will she be okay with me asking about it."

"Eeeh,"

"Let it come up naturally?"

"Yes,"

"Got it," Olivia agreed. "Anyways, I was hoping to see if you guys have a lunch menu. I was guessing based on the tables out side that maybe you did but," she paused to look around. There didn't seem to be a restaurant portion to the building like she'd initially believed.

"Unfortunately no. We lost our chef a while ago so the lunch and dinner menu went with them…" Alice reluctantly admitted. "With the beach shack and Fishensips in town, not to mention Raj's Café and Emma's taco truck. It just didn't make sense to keep competing for a limited pool of customers."

"Ah, that's too bad. I get it though. Why stock a kitchen and hire a chef if it won't recoop the cost." Olivia commiserated. What crap luck, this would have been so convenient for diving…

"Exactly." Alice agreed. "Sorry I don't have better news."

"Don't be. I totally get it," she insisted. "All the same I'm glad I checked. I just started diving for Professor Ling and seeing the Inn got me curious enough to check. And I got to see you so that's a win – win in my book. Until I get a kitchen of my own, I can just go to the beach shack for lunch on diving days."

"I see. Yeah it is nice to know you're here," Alice agreed before thinking it over. "Well. You know what, if it helps you out. How about I offer a limited lunch menu. Nothing fancy it would just be what I can make with what's in the fridge already but, it would actually be helpful to have some extra income since Tourists are few and far between these days…"

"Really? That would be amazing, thank you." Olivia smiled as she accepted the offer along with one more motive to keep diving. The sooner she cleaned up the beaches, the sooner tourists would return and Alice's Inn could recover. Hell, all of the restaurants would benefit from having tourists again. "You have yourself a guaranteed customer."

From then on a schedule began to develop in Olivia's day to day life. She'd wake up first thing in the morning, activate her makeshift sprinklers, then take her first dive. Lunch time was spent with Alice, and occasionally suki at the inn, then she'd head back out for a little more diving before treking to the blacksmith's who'd open up any coffers she'd found. The day would usually end with a trip to the museum where she'd drop off any salt water specimens or artifacts with Scott before heading home to put any remaining strength into clearing out more of the field. Once she was bone-dead tired, she'd hobble her way home and pass out for the night.

All that effort had not gone in vein. Her first batch of crops had been harvested and sold off. The locals appreciated the fresh produce so much that the local general store owner, Sam, offered to make a deal with her. Saying if she could increase her production volume, quality and variety, he'd stock her products full time.

It was an offer that she took seriously since she now had a new batch of turnips and daisies growing along with three new plots that held potatoes, cauliflower, and carrots. Each with their own scare crow and sprinkler thanks to the tools she purchased with the income from her first harvest.

Sprinklers that did their jobs well as she was away on her second dive of the day at that very moment instead of fussing over crops. She slowly swam up behind a spindly looking crab. She did her best to stay behind it and out of it's line of sight before pouncing forward to scoop it into an old pickle jar she'd found while cleaning. One swift twist of a lid later and she smiled behind her mask at her latest catch.

She then turned and waved to get Kible bot's attention. The small robot floated over and after seeing Olivia's hand signal, an anchor dropped a few feet away from her. Once she swam up to the boat she climbed in and allowed Kible's navigation system to control the boat, bringing her back to the dock.

As it did this, she took off her mask, allowing herself a deep fresh breath of air as she contently rested in the warmth of the afternoon sun. Was she already sun burnt to hell and back? Yep! But some how even with that sting the sun always felt nice after a dive.

Once she got back to the dock, she stepped out and winced for a moment. She tapped the side of her head with her palm before shaking her head to try and clear out some remaining sea water. The blasted stuff always managed to get stuck somehow.

After quickly getting changed she went back to the boat to collect her pickle jar constrained compatriot. "Alright, little guy, lets get you to your new home." She announced before making her way into town. There was no need to stop by the blacksmith for today, unfortunately. No geodes or chests were found during her search. So once she made it to town square, she went straight to the museum.

She glanced from the donation bin, to the glass jar then back toward the employee only doorway. "Hey Scott, are you here?" She called.

"Yeah, come on back," could be heard shortly after.

"Thanks," She made her way past an old velvet rope blockade and into a research room where she found Scott sitting on the floor by a large chunk of rock surrounded by various brushes and thin metal picks. His eyes were somewhat squinted in an effort to focus on his work as he tried to free a large fossil from the dirt with painstaking precision.

"Oh wow," She quietly muttered. "How long have you been working on this?"

"We got this in around the same time you showed up," Scott answered as he put his tools down so he could get up and dust his hands off on his pants. "A dig team found it, but their sponsor didn't want it. Millie let me put in a bid on it for the museum. Luckily for me, it wasn't here when the decision was made to sell everything…I should have it free and identified in a few weeks."

"Gotcha, Sorry for shouting then. I didn't realize this was what you were working on," Olivia replied with renewed reverence.

Scott quickly waved off the apology. "Don't worry about it. Honestly, feel free to come back here when ever you like. With how often you leave donations, you're practically an employee at this point. I'll talk to Millie about it."

"Speaking of," Olivia held up the jar. "Caught this little cutie. I usually try to leave donations in the box, but it seemed kinda cruel to leave a living creature there."

"Understood, I'd feel the same way," Scott gently accepted the jar with one hand and looked over the critter inside while scratching at his chin with the other. "Yeah, we don't have one of these on display. Though considering it's container of choice, I think I'll have to name this one Gherkin."

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't," She joked.

"Well, I wouldn't want to do that," He smiled at the jar before taking a moment to walk to a near by desk and put it down. "You have a knack for finding things, you know that?"

Olivia looked over to Scott as her eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Pardon?"

"I meant that as a compliment I promise," He insisted. Suppose it was reasonable for her to be a little sensitive after the last misunderstanding.

"Ah okay then," but seriously, what did he say before? Olivia thought as her confusion remained. The thought didn't stay long as she saw him motion for her attention.

"Come take a look at this," Scott said after stopping by an angled desk with a few large documents resting on it including a page that was a familiar shade of blue with white lines. "You see this? This is a blueprint for a bigger museum."

"Bigger?" She hesitantly repeated. She'd brought in maybe 10 finds at best. Bigger seemed, excessive.

"The museum we have now is," he paused a moment. "It works, but can you imagine something bigger?"

She heard him the first time and it didn't sound better the second.

"Something more extravagant. Imagine this, Olivia," he swiped his hands in the air as if he was clearing a table to set a scene. "We have one section dedicated to the aquatic creatures of this island. Not just a tank. A whole gallery. Then there's another section where visitors can look at all the fossils we've dug up." He started with child-like enthusiasm before turning back to the blueprint to point out another area. "Oh! We can have a bigger and better section for the ancient artifacts!" he then pointed to an expanded glass case. "If we're really feeling crazy, We could even expand the insectarium. Doesn't that sound exciting?!"

While it sounded expensive, his enthusiasm was infectious. "That sounds really cool." Olivia agreed, seeing nothing wrong with having a dream.

"Isn't it?!" Scott happily looked back to her before his smile fell. "But there's one big problem, though. The town just doesn't have the budget to build this museum."

"It would be great if it did," Olivia agreed, though it was good to see he had considered that portion of the situation.

"At least not yet," Scott added which caused Olivia to chuckle.

"I donno if my turnip patch can swing this large of a miracle Scott," she jokingly cautioned.

"Definitely not. So, What if we raise the money to build it? By that I mean I'm going to start a Pickstarter Campaign!" He announced.

"Oh," She nodded while trying to keep her concern quiet. Pickstarters were good but, starting one of those blindly could create a world of hurt. There are horror stories mixed in with the success stories. "Is it already set up?"

"I'm almost ready to launch this campaign but there are a few things I need help with." He admitted before motioning for Olivia to follow him again, leading her to a whiteboard with various notes and pictures stuck to it. "Based on my research, the most successful campaigns are those that already have something significant to show. Something to reassure the backers that they're backing a legit project."

"Right, makes sense," she agreed while reading over the board. She should have known better then to think Scott wouldn't do any research at all.

"If I show the empty museum in the campaign, people are going to think this project is a scam or something!" With that he turned to face Olivia with a wide cheesy grin. "Now, my dear, hardworking Olivia, this is where you come in."

"Oh really? Laying it on a bit thick aren't you?" Olivia teased while giving him a playful shove.

Scott laughed before nudging her back and correcting his posture. "Look, we're really happy with what you've brought to the museum so far. They're all amazing. But…"

"You want more,"

"It's not enough.. I asked Macy to take pictures of our Museum yesterday and it just looked empty." Scott confirmed.

"Well, yeah, the place is still pretty much empty as it is," Olivia pointed out. She'd only been diving for maybe three weeks now. What kind of a miracle was he expecting?

"Exactly. No one is going to help us if all we show them is an empty museum. But if you were to donate more items," he bobbed his head. "Do you see where I'm going with this?"

Olivia heaved a half-hearted sigh. "Alright, how much do you have in mind?"

"Well we have 10, I was thinking about fi-" his word trailed to a quiet muttering.

"Gonna need you to repeat that last part," Olivia requested.

Scott winced. It was a lot to ask for, so the shellshock was somewhat expected. "Fifty total."

"So another fourty," Olivia ran a hand through her hair as she exhaled and thought it over. "… Alright, count me in." She agreed. If she could get the items, and this pickstarter did well, that could mean work for Dinda and Joko. And it could draw in tourists if it does well, which would help Alice and the other restaurant owners. "I'll do it."

"Yes! Thank you," Scott excitedly pulled Olivia into a hug before letting go and looking back at his board with renewed excitement. "Now, while you help us gather more artifacts, I'm going to prepare other materials to upload to the campaign page. I'll scan this blueprint, then I'll ask Millie to write something awesome for the campaign. Oh, maybe I should get Lily to make us a website!" He listed off.

"And talk to Joko about building costs for setting budget expectations," Olivia warned.

"Perfect! Look at that, it's all coming together!" He then made a wide gesture out toward the door of the museum. "Now go forth, Olivia, collect more items so we can launch our Pickstarter campaign!"

How did this become 'OUR' campaign. Olivia thought while shaking her head. "Of course, brave captain. I'll keep you posted on my progress." Maybe she could try and work in an extra dive in the evenings. The closer they got to summer the longer the days were getting… Olivia gave a lazy salute. "I have my orders, see you around."

"See you, and seriously. Thank you." Scott repeated one more time.