[ WP ] They say that 95 % of the ocean is unexplored . That is untrue . We just really , REALLY do n't want to bother what lives down there .

My graduation day was amazing, all my family and friends were there. I never thought the day would come when I'd have a degree in marine biology. Ocean life has always been a passion of mine, since I was a young child. I basically lived at the local aquarium. My first pet was a goldfish, I won him at a carnival. No, I rescued him from a carnival. His name was Goldy, I was only 6 at the time after all. Despite all belief of these poor fragile creatures, my dear goldfish lived a hearty 2 years. He was the biggest goldfish I ever saw. It was before then though, that I had known I wanted to work with fish and marine life. 
 
 So I was 22 having my graduation in the party room at the aquarium. My cake was handmade by my younger sister, who aspired to be a pastry chef. She created the most beautiful replica of Goldy proudly sitting on a wave of blue icing. My innocent ignorant self yet did not know what truly lay beneath those waters. But before that, I had to get a job. 
 
 Lucky for me, I was a great student and I had an amazing teacher in college. He gave me a recommendation to work at ARC, the Aquatic Research Center. I was to be an assistant to the great Peter Beau, the lead in shark research. This job was more than an honor for someone just starting out, like me. However, rumor was the last assistant had suddenly quit. I was n't complaining, this would be my dream job right under being the lead of my own research team. My first day was coming up tomorrow, the first Monday of the month. They say that 95 % of the ocean has n't even been explored. How wonderful would it be, to explore it all. Those sweet thoughts as I dozed off. 
 
 I had ordered this really cool alarm clock. The jaws theme song would play as a shark bit into a boat how many times the hour it was. The shark bit 5 times. My first day of work started at 6:30am but I wanted to make sure I woke up with enough time to prepare. I grabbed my backpack full of notebooks, pencils and stuff before rushing out of the door. I drove in my jeep to that wonderful, sleek, metallic building. This was the place where all aquatic dreams were made. 
 
 I walked in and the lady at the counter took my picture then handed me a temporary pass. The building was huge but I had finally found my way downstairs to the shark department. In the lab another assistant showed me the lockers, where I could put my backpack and grab a lab coat. How amazing, to be wearing a lab coat and look official on my first day. 
 
 The first day I mostly monitored the other assistant, learning where everything in the lab was. By the end of the week I had gotten my official work badge. The card had my picture and read `` Andrew Boone: Shark Department Assistant''. Man did it feel good to finally have an official work card to get around the building with. Weeks went by as I learned so much about shark development and growth. The amount I was learning was incredible, which was great because I always had more questions. I always craved to have more answers. 
 
 One day, a few months after being settled into my job, I had this one question on my mind I could n't get out of my head. We were all sitting at a round table eating our lunch. Some small talk passed along as I picked at my sandwich. Finally, I asked the question to Peter, the answer I got would be one I was n't prepared for. 
 
 `` Do you want to hear that it's because there's so much ocean to explore that it just takes a long time? Because of the depths and the equipment it takes to be able to get there? Or maybe because of how much money it costs just for one expedition?'' Of course he'd say all those things, I just do n't know why he sounded so sarcastic about it. 
 
 `` I do n't know Mr. Beau. There just has to be some way to speed up the exploration process, do n't you think?'' Boy, I sounded really stupid once the words came out. 
 
 `` Of course there is. The government just does n't want us to. We've been doing a lot of research on sharks here. A lot of self funded research too. And you know what we've found?'' 
 
 He paused to wipe his mouth from the pasta his wife had prepared for him. I sat forward in my seat. The other assistants rolled their eyes, as if already having heard this story one too many times before. I did n't care, I wanted to know. 
 
 `` Sharks seem to have been growing in the past 40 years. People believe this is how they've been adapting, evolving to continue their line as apex predators. All of this makes sense, however. What we have been discovering is that sharks have n't been evolving. Actually, they have been devolving that whole time. You see, back in prehistoric times there was the megalodon. Which we believe the great whites descended from. So they were getting smaller all this time, until recently.'' His voice was serious and steady. He raised his eyebrows at me waiting for a rebuttal. 
 
 `` So where does the government come into this?'' I should n't have asked. 
 
 `` You know how many times we have been stopped dead in research? 3 times. You know why? Because the government does n't want us to find these creatures. I do n't know why, or what they plan on doing with them. My best guess is, they are hiding something in the ocean depths with these giants guarding it.'' 
 
 That night, I went home with more questions than I had answers. I still did n't understand why the government would n't want us to find those sharks. And why have the sharks been getting bigger? I brushed my teeth and went to bed. The last question on my mind, how big could these sharks even get? 
 
 Slowly water began to fill the room, I struggled to swim as the sheets wrapped around my legs. My whole body felt heavier as I sank further and further into the darkness of the water. I tried to hold my breath as long as I could, but it did n't matter because I could somehow breath underwater. I swam around till I found a large cave. 3 large great whites swam around it, they looked to be 35, maybe 40 feet long. These were n't any great whites, they were megas. 
 
 I swam behind a rock and stared at these creatures as they circled repeatedly. It seemed as if hours had gone by observing before I swam forward. I entered the cave and my eyes widened. There were hundreds of frozen alien bodies resting in tubes alongside piles of gold. This must have been what the government was hiding all along. Suddenly I could n't breath underwater anymore. I gasped as the water rushed into my lungs. I swam up higher and higher before a drain like whirlpool began to pull me down. The biggest of the three megas swam right towards me, it's large mouth wide open. My body began to get swallowed whole as I swam harder. My frantic hand sliced on one of the razor sharp teeth. 
 
 The alarm went off and I sat straight up as I woke, holding my pounding chest. I tapped on the snooze and flopped back down. It was just a dream. As I calmed down I still could n't stop wondering. 
 
 `` What's down there?''
