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Man Overboard

Zora Bennett/Reader

Summary: The Reader falls overboard while trying to get the sample from the Mosasaurus.

It had taken a full hour of begging to get Zora to agree to letting you join the mission. In the end, the fact that you were the best marksman she knew, but you also happened to be her wife, is why she has a vested interest in your safety. Henry had tried to fight you on who would be able to get a clear shot at the mosasaurus.

But you, along with the rest of the crew, knew that you were the only one who could make that shot. “Have you ever even shot a moving target while on a vehicle?” Zora asks. “I have hunted before,” Henry defends a bashful look on his face. “Let alone 40 miles of wind and spray blowing in your face, “ you add, pulling the gun from Henry’s loose grip. “Approaching target,” Nina shouts. You head to the bow of the ship Zora, trailing after you. You crouch down as she anchors you to the end of the ship.

 “20 meters till target, “ Nina shouts. The ship rocks with the force of the mosasaurus jumping from the water. “Zora takes hold of your hips to help steady your aim. “10 meters take aim.” You cock the gun, responding to Nina's comment. As you find your target point, the Mosasaurus jumps again, now closer to the boat, and the force throws you over the edge. You're left hanging by your anchor points upside down. You let out a scream as you're trying to find something to grip onto. The mosasaurus swims directly under you, one orange eye looking directly at you. You take aim as best you can and fire. The dart is embedded right next to the eye of the beast. You only have a second to look before it jumps from the water, trying to catch you between its teeth. Zora yanks you up over the railing and back to the relative safety of the boat. Within seconds, the dart is launched into the air, and a small parachute deploys. 

“We’ve got it, let's get out of here,” Duncan shouts. ‘Head for the shallows, it can’t follow us there, ' Nina adds voice a barely audible voice over the sound of the wind. Zora unclips your anchors, and the two of you head inside the ship to start preparing the materials needed for the island. “Why didn't you pull me up faster… did you want me to get eaten?”. “You’re such a brat,” she mutters with a teasing smile.

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