“The wind whispered into my ears as I stood there, hands on the railing, staring down at the still waters below. Their surface was smooth, like a freshly cleaned glass window. You see, I was on a ship—a research vessel, more precisely. I was on my way to what would become my home for the next several months. Thinking back on this, I was unsure as to why exactly I had agreed to this. Perhaps the thrill of adventure? I had always admired archaeologists, tomb raiders, and the like. Such an exciting contrast to my paper-pushing habits. Or maybe it was the need to get away from my life back home—even if only for a few months. I have always wanted to pick up and move. Though fear has always withheld my departure from my life as I knew it. But I knew that it was something more than that. I was running to something, rather than from it.”