Yellow Submarine Meanies の小説・ストーリー

Dom You can’t mop up panic. Blood comes out of teak decking if you use enough bleach and cold water, but panic just sort of hangs in the air, thick and sticky and tasting like copper. Getting the girls off the Nauti Buoy is a logistical nightmare. We have twenty dead billionaires cooling on the lower deck, an underwater lock that Oliver has somehow magically kept open, and a very narrow window before the yacht’s automated dead-man protocols decide to phone home. We have to move fast, which means dragging twelve barefoot, half-naked, completely hysterical women through the guts of a submarine bay and into the transit Zodiacs.

Dicken narrowed his eyes and pointed behind me, and I turned to see that he was pointing at the control room of the submarine. I could see through the massive and sturdy glass wall that there was a radiant blue opening, though there were countless mutated merfolk occupying it as well. The sight left me shuddering and exclaiming in shock, “What are you saying? That I have to go into the portal alone? What about you, Dicken? Why can’t you come with me?”

“Why do they call it that? “It serves only mermaids. They release foam from their mouth that contains enzymes which eat everything in sight. “Everything or anything? “Both. I faced the mermalia frother. It was a yellow layered beast that had the shape of a sea horse but the teeth of a white shark. It had a purple crown and two evil hands… or feet “Does it happen to have blindness or any weaknesses that can help us?” The way Elliot shook his head made me skip a beat. “It’s trying to figure out what we are. It’ll destroy the sub. We have to get out of here. “That’s a horrible idea. The submarine is the only thing protecting us from it. Elliot stood and went into an inner cabin. I was worried.

When his mother came to get him because it was time to leave for school, Jasper even gave Xandar a high-five before he went over to give Lucianne a hug. At ten o'clock, apart from Hale and Annie, those who came to infiltrate the rogue headquarters formed temporary mind-links between themselves and got into the five submarines engineered, built and owned by Faint Moon. These were normally used to take tourists to explore the underwater world around the pack’s waters, and to take school kids on annual field trips. It generated a significant income for the pack since the coral reefs and fish in those waters were rare.

They slowly made their way down the path It had pointed out, a narrow and dim corridor where the light from the fish tanks was much weaker, making the atmosphere even more somber. They arrived at a new zone with a sign that read "Submarine Tunnel." It was a large glass tunnel that stretched out as if it were taking them deep into the ocean. The surrounding dark blue water was filled with unfamiliar deep-sea creatures. Some fish had eyes that glowed in the dark; others had bizarre shapes, as if they had escaped from a nightmare.

A few thick white clouds floated lazily across the bright sky, looking like something straight out of a painting. Ashton had planned diving for the day. Since the kids were still too young to dive on their own, he rented a submarine instead. It was big enough for the four of us. Once we descended, the shutters on both sides opened up, revealing the underwater world through wide glass windows. Schools of fish surrounded the submarine, bright and curious. Some of them pressed their big round eyes against the glass as if they were trying to peek inside. Mickey and Minnie had their faces glued to the window. ‘Wow! There are so many fish!’

Dad commanded, as though he wasn't a part of the conversation. "We took out their submarine. No high-ranking men were on board. I believe that they are on the ships." Donald covered from his underwater station “The Mer-king has soldiers on standby below us.” "Imagine that! The kitty cats are real pussies." Duke retorted. “The felines are hiding.” This time we all laughed, including the other warriors and elites who were listening. "It's no surprise their pride is small. How can they breed when their men have softballs?" Duke muttered.

He had teleported with me out of the vessel. The dented submarine lay half in the surf and half buried in the sand spit of a peninsula, while mermaids lingered in the shifting waves with their incomprehensible eyes fixed on us. -

After selecting the weapons, Gideon turned his attention to Winter. She stood silently in the center of the underground palace, facing a large pool of water. Gideon walked over. In the pool was an egg-shaped machine that resembled a submarine. Its design was strange and unlike anything Gideon had ever seen. "This is the machine you mentioned? The one that can take us safely into the depths of the abyss?" He was skeptical. "Yes." Winter, however, sounded completely confident. "To be honest, this is an advanced technological abyssal submarine. It can dive to a maximum depth of 65,000 feet!"

Behind them stood Jack in his heavily upgraded Mark VI Defender mech, looking like a walking fortress. "Listen up, people," Kenji’s voice cracked over the comms, strung tight with panic. "That is a hijacked United States Ohio-class nuclear submarine. High Priestess Xanthe didn't just slaughter the crew; she severed all conventional comms. They are diving straight into the Challenger Deep—the deepest part of the Mariana Trench, and the largest known Titan prison on Earth." "Current depth?" Sebastian asked from his cockpit. His mind was already perfectly synchronized with Harper’s through their neural-link halos.