I stood alone on the deck of the “Research Vessel Nautilus”, staring out across the wide, endless expanse of the Pacific Ocean. It was a clear day, the kinda where the horizon blurs into the sky, making it hard to tell where one ends and the other begins. The gentle rocking of the ship below served as a momentary anchor for the whirlwind of emotions inside. I’m about to dive into the Mariana Trench, the deepest ocean in the world. The depth is such that Everest could fit inside and still have room left. As a marine biologist, this is, undoubtedly, the peak of my life’s work – a chance to descend over 36,000 feet into an area still largely…