Dredging Lights Novels & Stories

Aika: Retrieve successful! Yesha appears on the bridge of her ship. The DJS Light of the Grey is a heavy destroyer fully crewed with 60 men and women supporting The Directive Dimensional Fleet. A common design of the heavy destroyer ships of The Directive is having almost the same schematics as a battle cruiser stripped of the missile and torpedo pods. A destroyer degrades further with the removal of the railgun. Both types of destroyers have a tonnage or 200000 tons.

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Glass spiderwebbed across one of the panes. “What’s waking?” Mara demanded. “The reason the light was built,” Alden replied. “It isn’t to guide ships away.” Another impact. Stronger. Below the surface, a shape the size of a small island shifted, its outline illuminated briefly by lightning. A colossal eye opened—pale and luminous in the deep. Mara stumbled back. “That’s not real,” she breathed. “It’s very real,” Alden said. “And it follows the light.” The beacon flared brighter.

“And turn on your light. You’re going to need it.” He tapped the front of the face shield and switched on his headlight, watching as she followed suit, illuminating the water around them in a soft white glow. With his hand leading her, they began swimming at a steady pace, the weight of their tanks aiding in pulling them downward. As they put distance between the surface of the ocean and themselves, the water became darker, but the light shining ahead of them kept them alert to where they were going. Creighton stopped and pointed to the beautiful blue and yellow fish, not very large, only about two or three inches long, swimming along the edge of a rock.

Downtown Crescent City twinkled with white fairy lights beneath the inky black sky. Representations of the Moon Goddess, painted by local artists, hung from every building, illuminated by golden spotlights. At the center of it all, a glowing prop full moon raised high above the city’s largest water feature, the aquamarine lights playing teasingly with the crystal-clear water below.

Then, quieter: “Not yet.” Rescue teams had already arrived — men in bright orange rain gear setting up ropes, divers in wetsuits moving with grim efficiency. A motorboat roared in the distance, its searchlights slicing across the waves. “Visibility’s near zero,” one of the divers shouted. “We’ll need to wait for the next lightning break to mark the descent!” The wind howled, whipping through my clothes. Every flash of light made the world stutter. I could see the sea churning violently below, crashing against black rock, swallowing debris — parts of the car, maybe.

She held her mommy's hand and said, "Mommy, look, there're many boats at sea. So pretty. They're as pretty as a light show." Nia pointed at a ray of light in the distance and said, "Mommy, look at that boat. Doesn't it look like a lighthouse?" Meredith looked in the direction Nia was pointing and saw while looking at the light. "That is a lighthouse. It's the lighthouse that guides the people's course for them." "Is that so? It turns out that the lighthouse is so big." "Some are big, some are small." "I really want to go and have a look."

"Oh that big arrow? That's the arrow we used to spear big fish," "Are there many here?" "Look at that boat, almost every fisherman has one, so what?" Uncle Bob pointed out the ship moored in the harbor near the lighthouse. At the fore and aft of the ship were these large arrows. "Hmm no, just something that crossed my mind." I then climbed the stairs and when I got to the top, it turned out that the lighting was made of a burning wood fire that was highlighted by a circular concave glass. "Isn't it dangerous to make a fire here?"

Fully here. The fog moved across the lights.