It was while we were doing research in the seemingly endless icy desert that is the Antarctic that the team I was assigned to first struck trouble.
It was always known that I had bad luck. Even for something that seemed like it couldn’t go wrong, my luck always found a way.
And this was a trip to the Antarctic.
I was assigned to collect samples from a lake we had found that wouldn’t freeze because of the amount of salt in it.
On the plane to go back home my luck showed itself.
“Ummm, Captain, the plane won’t start, ” is what the pilot had said.
We tried everything in the book to get it going but when it just wouldn’t take off we knew we were in trouble.
And I knew that my bad luck had struck again.