Miraculously, Pinkie and I somehow managed to find, recover, and reassemble the burnt remains of my essay. The problem now is that the thing's soaking wet. Something about it being pulled from an alternate timeline where the essay never burnt yet before the sub landed in the ocean, but Pinkie just said that she put it back together when I asked for the short explanation.
Now I can only wait to see if the essay's gonna be accepted as a soaking heap of paper covered in wet, springy pink hair.
Yeah, I'm screwed. At least I was given a day to re-do it.