Scuba Diver Nemo Novels & Stories

“I think Jake has the Snuba ready for you and Amelie.” “Thanks, Dutton,” Nathan replied. Nathan lifted me up and carried me to the back stairs that led into the water. Jake was at the bottom of the stairs waiting for us. We made our way down, and Jake gave us a rundown on how to use it and the safety precautions. It seemed pretty straightforward. We got our equipment on and were on our way. We spent the next hour and a half exploring the crater. It was amazing. I took a ton of pictures of the colorful fish. We even saw a manta ray and an octopus. If I could squeal underwater, I would have.

It was senator Chris who hired mercenaries to do a 'clean up' job to save Scorpion and made the woman disappear. If not for the senator's intervention, Scorpion would have been a corpse long ago. The medusa would have murdered him after he failed a mission. Scorpion had retired peacefully from active duty in medusa and handed over to the Vampire. Ever since, he'd been working for senator Chris as a retirement job. He was fifty nine years old, a retired special forces military division called Pyton. Three war deployments under his belt, ten years in medusa, retired for many years now, but still the deadliest field operator ever known in medusa.

Devon gave orders to some people who would help us while I watched out the window and let Devon give the orders since this ocean was still his territory. We then began to dive into the depths of the sea and were almost to the bottom. It wasn't the deepest bottom, but it was enough to create pressure in our lungs if we weren't wearing proper diving gear. Devon and I dived in after a few divers had entered the water first as guides. The rest followed behind us. I swam impatiently, following the spot where Ivanna might land. She could have gotten tangled up in a sea anemone and never returned to the surface. But I couldn't find any sign of my beloved.

I won’t be safe until that damn bastard Alpha is dead! I highly doubted anyone else gave a damn about this flutter in my gut. *Our baby will be so beautiful,* Maura said, scolding me. Hardly … the time wolfie! “Do you know how to use scuba gear,” Jett whispered. I made a face. “I don’t even know how to swim,” I snapped. Like I ever got to see the ocean. Or any water outside of a bathing creek.

Through the haze of the deep, a structure began to emerge from the silt of the seafloor. It wasn't a wreck. It was a dome—a sleek, obsidian iris built into the very tectonic plates of the North Sea shelf. This was the Nadir, the Owners' true sanctuary, the subterranean twin to the orbital Apex. Dante steered them toward a pressurized airlock near the base of the dome. His movements were slowing, his muscles seizing from the extreme cold, but his grip on Ivy never wavered. He slammed a palm against the external sensor.

"It’s too dense. If it reaches the primary Atuabo node, it will 'Overload' the Eleventh Frequency with seventy years of trauma. It’s a Grief-Bomb." Sarah realized that the "Echo" didn't need a filter; it needed an Acknowledgment. "I’m going down there," Sarah said. "Into the North Sea?" Jojo asked. "The pressure is enough to crush a Null-Sphere!" "I’m not going as an Envoy," Sarah said, stepping into the "Vance-Vanderwall Diving Bell"—a craft made of reinforced copper and Living Glass. "I’m going as a granddaughter." The Descent into the Heart

she said, to everyone’s surprise. “This trip is just getting better,” Jasmine said excitedly and turned to Arthur, who smiled. “Your wish is my command,” he said. We’ll arrive at this secluded island in an hour. The water is warm and pristine with squeaky white sand. You can go swimming in the shallow water or scuba diving. For those of us who want to swim with the sharks, my scuba diving instructors will assist you.” “I can’t wait to ride the jetski too,” Eleanor’s voice came from the interior.

Amara’s POV The platform is twenty-three nautical miles off Lagos—rusted legs rising from black water like the skeleton of something prehistoric that refused to die. We approach at 02:17 local time under a moonless sky. No running lights. Engines cut at two miles out. Small black inflatable carries six of us: me, Leo, Kai, Zara, Elena, and Tunde—former Nigerian Navy diver, twenty-nine, eyes like chipped obsidian, recommended by one of Kai’s clinic contacts. He hasn’t spoken more than six words since we met him yesterday. He doesn’t need to. The way he checks his rebreather and straps the suppressed carbine says enough.

But he swam faster and faster and disappeared from sight. She looked around in panic. Meanwhile, Craig quietly moved behind her. Taking advantage of the moment when no one was watching, he swiftly turned off her scuba tank. Once Adeline realized she could not breathe, she reached for the backup regulator behind her. But to her dismay, there was no air. In the video, she clearly looked scared. Acting on instinct, she opened her mouth to scream for help. The salty and freezing seawater instantly flooded her nose and throat. Craig, standing nearby, noticed something was wrong, but he did nothing. He clapped and cheered.

The Omega maneuvered around a cluster of clams and corals, then raced into the cave between the two jellies just as a giant shark dipped down towards us and went rigid from electrocution. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until then. Releasing a heavy sigh, I crushed the blood gem in my grip and gestured to the Omega. He steered the cubicle to a corner and turned off the engine. Taking another breath to compose myself, I unbuckled my belt and moved to the door. The gray metal issued a faint hum as it slid open. I put on my diving helmet and ensured it was sealed tight, before kicking my feet and floating out into the blue-green waves.