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By Melanie Presson
If you�ve had the notion
To travel the ocean
In ways unimagined before,
And dreampt of the wonder
In living down under
With subs built for 2, 3, or more,
Then step right on in,
Let your journey begin
To the deepest blue depths of the sea,
For you�ve entered the whimsical,
Weird scientifical
World of the SeaQuest Questie.
The Questies are writers
Who dream and conspire
The lives of the DSV crew.
They plot and they plan,
And they scheme and they scam
Just to kick out a story or two.
Yes, they write the stories,
The undersea glories,
The fact and the fiction,
The weird-word addiction
That hits them at three in the morning
To old cups of brew.
Wouldn�t you?
The life of a Questie
Seems joyful and happy
Creating the sets, plots and scenes.
But deeper inside
Is a triad divide
of Seasons--1, 2, and 3.
The firsts had the plotlines,
The seconds, the timelines,
The thirds claimed the military
So listen and ponder
If you can discover
Exactly which Season you�ll be.
It was Season One
Where the Questies begun
With Wolenczak, Kristen, and Bridger.
The science was noble,
The plot lines believable,
The concepts could rival no other.
So they called a powow,
And used all their know-how,
Their papers, their writing,
Their idea fighting
Their drawings for Stingers
And EVA suiters
For this was the one
That would be the most fun
And they called themselves �Season Ones.�
And then the ship when BOOM!
The �Season Twos�
Had a different view
On the shape the show had become.
So they built SeaQuest 2,
Disbanded the crew
And traveled to Hyperion.
A world they did save,
Slept for a decade
Without any coffee or tea.
Retured to their last
Happy thought in the past
Where they then met the �Season Threes.�
Now they hold the guns,
Mass descrutive weapons,
While the others are ten years behind.
No hope for the old
Favored UEO
And the hope of the �Season Ones� died.
For they�d removed all the science inside.
Three seasons it had,
Where the best in the land
Fought fiercly to keep it afloat.
But only the Questies,
Those hard working junkies
Of java could save the famed boat.
So the SeaQuest survives
In our musings and scribes
Of adventures both drole an alluring.
Our lives before this?
Of them, I say this...
It must have been terribly boring.
So here�s to the dreamers,
The thinkers, the schemers,
The plotters, the planners,
The pizza go-getters,
The late nights at Starbucks,
The pints of lat�s,
The model ship builders with paper mach�.
To all those still dressed
to give it their best
The Questies alone Saved the SeaQuest!
Written by a 'Season One' Questie.