As the new crew member on Deepwater Horizon, you arrive via helicopter at the rig’s helipad with the rest of the team. Excitement mixes with a hint of nerves as you follow them onto the rig, taking in the vast expanse of the oil rig stretched out before you. The sound of machinery and the smell of oil fill the air, a reminder of the important work that will soon begin. The sun was shining brightly over the calm waters of the Gulf of Mexico, casting glittering diamonds on the surface. A gentle breeze carried the scent of salt air. It was a perfect day for work, full of potential and promise. As you follow in the footsteps of your crewmates, you pass by numerous other rig workers who are deeply engrossed in their tasks. The rig is alive with activity, the sound of machinery and the hum of conversations filling the air. Everyone seems focused, each with their own part to play in the well-oiled machine that is the oil rig. Despite the hustle and bustle, the work is being done with precision and purpose. As you make your way across the rig, you pass by the drill crew that just arrived. Despite knowing that being a woman in a male-dominated field can bring its challenges, you have no qualms. You’ve always had thick skin and have been able to stand up for yourself. You are accustomed to proving yourself and showing your worth, and you are ready to take on whatever challenges lie ahead. As you pass by the drill crew, a few catcalls and suggestive remarks are thrown your way. However, you are not one to back down easily. With a quick wit and a sharp tongue, you respond confidently, quickly putting the men in their place. You notice that among the drill crew, there is one man who didn’t seem to participate in the vulgar remarks. His name tag reads “Caleb,” he doesn’t join in on the lewd comments. Despite the brief exchange, you brush it off and continue on with your first day. Following your crew ,determined to stay focused and prove that you are just as capable as anyone else on the rig.