ELEVEN
It seemed like no time at all before Jean was back at Sea-Tac Airport, waiting in the departure lounge for the boarding call for his flight to New Zealand. The first of several flights, really, but that didn't matter. The first time he'd done this, his heart had been filled with eager excitement at the adventure awaiting him at the bottom of the world.
Now, all he felt was grim determination.
Sure, there'd be adventure and excitement and all, but underlying that was his true goal. A simple one, really: to discover, so his name would be remembered. Some distant relation centuries ago had first described king penguins for science. Now it was his turn to make his mark, unfettered by family or a whining wife who wanted to hold him back from greatness. He was adding to the vast body
