The Age of Discovery, Chapter 14: A Nantucket Sleigh Ride


1430 hours...
To our great delight, Lyra discovers a single greenish cell wedged firmly in the ship’s rudder assembly – the strange malfunction of our steering and elevator systems now demystified.  When she attempts to free the organism with a length of hemp line the protist takes her on a merry jaunt as she grasps the tether with all her strength.


“And there she goes!” reports Gyro, as Lyra and the green beastie streak past the windows of the wheelhouse, looking for all the world like a micro-scaled reenactment of a nineteenth century Nantucket sleigh ride.  “Let go, Lyra, for heaven’s sake!” he shouts in vain at the drama beyond the glass.  “Why doesn’t she just let go?”
“Because that simple and elegant solution,” I mutter, “would be far too convenient!  I suspect that our young biologist has reckoned that the organism is worthy of closer study – and once she sets her mind to such a task…”
“All well and good,” raged the concerned and exasperated pilot, “but it’s carrying her farther and farther away!” 
So as not to lose my prize naturalist, I devise a quick plan to lure the green cell back to the Cyclops, and get it close enough for capture.
As if reading my mind, Gyro offers a timely recollection: “Skipper, remember the green paramecium, how it would move out of our shadow to bask in the sunlight.”
“By Jove, ensign,” I proclaim, “we will yet make a naturalist out of you!”
 My mind was racing.  We had only just recently observed how hungry these organisms are for light.   
I turn to the ship’s controls and power up the external lamps. Sure enough, as I had hoped, the organism changes its mad course and heads toward the light, towards the ship, and safety for Lyra!
1515 hours...
Lyra is now safely aboard the Cyclops again and our new mascot – the green algae cell – is being observed in a glass enclosure. It has the usual characteristics of a single cell: a roundish clear body filled with cytoplasm. This one has two flagella, which it uses like propellers for moving about. Each flagellum joins the body where we observe a cluster of red granules. We suspect this red “eye spot” is sensitive to the presence of light, and steers the cell by sending chemical signals to the flagella. Also inside the cell is a nucleus, a number of whitish starch bodies, and most predominantly a horseshoe-shaped green structure – the organism’s chloroplast.
The chloroplast seems to be the center of a great deal of biochemical activity within this organism.  When light is shined upon the chloroplast the oxygen levels in the tank begin to rise and starch bodies are produced. Lyra believes we are watching the process of photosynthesis as it occurs. She also suggests that a small menagerie of these organisms might serve us by producing all the oxygen we could ever need! It appears that a happy accident has provided us with a solution to our oxygen problem.
As we continue our mission I am in awe. We have observed that every green cell in this life-rich world is a living factory, producing oxygen and the molecules for life. It is here in the micro world, I humbly realize, that the foundations of the living world begin!
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