DWC Unseen Beauty: Mosasaurus.

It was three weeks ago when I got the call.

"So we hear your the leading expert in marine reptile biology."

"Yes?"

"We need you to take a look at our mosasaur."

Obviously I agreed immediately.

I awoke to another morning in Isla nubar as the first rays of light priced through the storm clouds of last nights hurricane. the trees were bent in all manor of directions, not 6 hours earlier I was in a helicopter looking at a few storm clouds.

A single droplet fell from the new plants the staff had placed there a few weeks ago. As the tiny droplet fell from the heavens and landed in the great pool before it. Vibrations raced across the water, they went deeper and deeper every second before they hit an imperfection, a large, scaly hide right in the middle of the great body of saltwater.

Not a second later the behemoth awoke, he looked at his surroundings, something was off today, I saw he had sensed danger as soon as the monstrous storm started. As he looked up to the surface of his prison, the bodies of fish and mammals of all shapes and sizes littered the surface. The smell of their flesh must have been intoxicating for the reptile as he had never eaten fresh meat in his life. The first thing he went too were two large sharks, as he took the first bite blood oozed from the torn tissue, the smell must have intensified his hunger because he went into to go into a small frenzy. They were small though, and soon "other things" Drew his attention.

An aged Leatheback turtle no longer than three meters had been washed into the in closure, its thick hide could do nothing to protect it from the rocks the storm had smashed it against. with a fractured vertebra the helpless animal stood no chance in the crunching jaws of the mosasaur.

An hour after, the cleanup team arrived, the gigantic creature had since had its fill and no longer took interest in the surface, instead he now began investigating the small windows that the guests looked through. The leviathan was visibly angered by them, and I could see the gears in his head turning, trying to find a way to kill them, to kill them all.

It was the very end of the day when I noted the beast was pushing around a small ball of kelp he must have made before the cleanup team arrived. To say he was enjoying himself would be a vast understatement as I could see him becoming more joyous by the second. This continued for another thirty minutes until the makeshift ball hit the surface and dispersed.

The joy was visibly sucked from the mosasaurs face as he returned to the lifeless, cold hearted monster he was before.