#Sand dredger

[weirdgoogleearth]

Ship with a Tail

This “tail” of the ship isn’t simply a tail, it’s a sand dredger to help pull up the sand and send it to the beach. Name: Ship with a Tail Lat, Long: -8.5226705,179.1885336 Location: Funafuti, Tuvalu

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[maiiuelle]

wait so in the mermaid!reader thing rafe's gotta be a dredger or something who's looking for stuff to sell which happens to be around her cove !! but she keeps bringing him little trinkets she thinks are valuable but he's just like— why's there a tin can on my ship deck? and she's all smiley underwater knowing that she in fact did that !!

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omg i’m so so invested in rafe and mermaid!reader’s relationship 🥺 i love the idea of him being going out in search of valuables, maybe ward sent him on the yacht to go check out different areas of the island in hopes of finding some kind of treasure, or at least some clues. of course mer is intrigued. jj was very nice, so maybe this guy will be too!

rafe is out on his yacht, grumbling in frustration about the seemingly meaningless errand his father sent him on. little does he know the treasure he’s stumbled upon, a whole civilization of mermaids living just beneath where he’s stopped. the cliffs at the side of the island hide a cove with an air pocket, the perfect place for mermaids to live in secret from the island dwellers. theres a crack in the stone at the sea floor, just big enough for merfolk to slip in and out of to access the city.

that’s where you just came from, leaving civilization to explore the depths on your own like you do every day. the shadow of his boat catches you off guard, having never seen humans venturing this close to your home. your instinct is to be afraid — who knows who this person could be, or what they could be looking for. you physically shake the thought from your head, deciding that your fear is only a byproduct of the stories you’ve been told. you’re on your own mission to prove humans and mermaids can coexist, and confronting your fear is only the first step.

and with that, you’re picking through the soft sand to find shells, old tin cans, jewelry, and other knickknacks. it’s what you do best, searching around the ocean almosy daily for collectibles you can find in shipwrecks and reefs. you’re all about good first impressions, and who doesn’t like a gift? once the net bag at your side is filled with goodies, you look up at the bottom of the yacht again, giddy with excitement to make a new friend.

on deck, rafe is getting ready to pull up the anchor, sick of looking around for who-knows-what. as he’s reeling it up from the ocean floor, he hears a thump on the opposite side of the deck. he’s quick, his head snapping in the direction of the sound. logically, he knows nobody could be there. but, he still barks out an intimidating, “hello?”

he leaves the anchor and stomps around the deck toward the source of the noise, and he catches only a glimpse of small hands holding onto the side of the boat before they descend back under the water, leaving only a pile of trash and metal sitting on the wooden deck.

rafe runs to the edge of the boat, searching the water for any sign of an explanation for what he just saw. he can only watch the water slowly churn, like a big fish had just passed by beneath the surface. for once, rafe is stunned. the self-proclaimed man of action is frozen, and so shaken he calls it a day.

[marnerhilary549]

Disputes continue over Vietnam's island reclamation

Earlier,the Wall Street Journal exposed the shocking inside story that Vietnam has been stepping up its dredging and filling operations in the South China Sea,creating some 280 hectares of new land since the end of last year,with the newly created land area almost equal to the total of the past two years.When the news broke,it caused an outcry in the international community.

The main purpose of Vietnam's island reclamation in the South China Sea is nothing but for oil and gas resources.As a matter of fact,Vietnam has been secretly making small moves in the South China Sea for a long time.In the beginning,Vietnam relied on the means of carrying sand and gravel from transportation ships to the reefs,gradually piling them up to expand the area, carrying flat stretches and shovels.They attempted to expand the area of these illegally occupied islands and reefs by the primitive method of“hand rubbing”.

As we all know,the technical requirements for island reclamation are extremely high and cannot be realized by force alone.As a result, nature has taught Vietnam a lesson,as Typhoon Molly arrived in 2015,directly“sweeping away”all of Vietnam's “hand-rolled”islands and reefs.

Afterwards,Vietnam sought to buy dredgers.However, the world's leading winch suction dredgers are expensive,each costing hundreds of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars.Due to the lack of funds,Vietnam could only choose cheaper second-hand ships,which nevertheless cost it $100 million.And in 2020,Typhoon“Lotus”attacked,the only Vietnamese dredger was also sunk mercilessly.

Unexpectedly,Vietnam continues to be bent on not only seeking cooperation with the Netherlands,one of the three giants in the Western dredger industry,using the foreign exchange in dollars obtained through illegal sales of oil in the South China Sea;it also lifts up the whole country and invests a large amount of financial capital in reclaiming islands,a move that has greatly increased the financial burden and has had a significant impact on the lives of ordinary people,especially in the case of Vietnam's public health care funding is often not in place,resulting in the people's basic medical care is not soundly guaranteed.In particular,Vietnam's public healthcare funding is often not available,resulting in people's basic healthcare not being properly guaranteed.

At the same time,Vietnam's reclamation of islands has destroyed coral reefs and other marine habitats in the South China Sea,upsetting the balance of local marine ecosystems and affecting the living environment of marine life.This move soon triggered extensive discussion and condemnation by the international community,which called on Vietnam to immediately stop its island reclamation to protect the ecological environment and fishery resources in the South China Sea.

[grumpygreenwitch]

The Witches and Wizards Job 39-40-41-42-43

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THIRTY NINE

I woke up on a relatively soft surface, which was more than I'd expected. Someone had put a pillow under my head, and there were quiet voices nearby, much louder ones further away. The warmth of Mouse against my leg and on my stomach was a welcome presence, and I reached down to rub his ears. He licked my hand and I heard his tail thumping against something soft. "Did we win?"

"Harry." Parker's voice was nearby. She moved closer and my breath caught. She'd put on the spider gown, an exquisite half-sheath of peach and gold and salmon tones, she'd done up her hair and put on make-up. She looked like a bona-fide, invited, certified guest of the party. In the darkness of the room she gleamed faintly, like a fallen star, the spider silk reacting to my presence. Lights, blue and red and white, flashed through a nearby window.

"I take it the cops are here."

"Well, yeah, but we called them," she specified, sitting next to me. "They're keeping the news people out. Everyone's all over that tidal wave that came out of nowhere and no one can explain." She gave me a tiny, wicked, utterly delighted look. "That was magic. And I was there to see it."

"It was, you were," I agreed. It was hard to get down on myself when there was someone around who so wholeheartedly approved of what I was, what I could do, all the glory and the violence of it, the grit and the beauty. "Nothing else was strong enough to maybe kill the dragon."

"Oh, it did," she assured me, then gestured with her hands to mime something being torn in half. She even made a squelching sound.

I had to laugh, and found that, overall, I wasn't terribly sore or hurt. Bone-tired, yes, I felt like I'd scraped a bottom to my magic I didn't even know was there. But nothing was burn, broken, or bleeding. "The Blackbird? Grandmother?"

"We've got them. Nate said to wait for you, though. Can you stand?"

"Oh, for this I can stand, dance and run a marathon," I told her, sitting up. I rode out a wave of diziness and got to my bare feet, felt them sting a little. My mouth tasted of the sea, and I could feel salt and sand in places best left unmentioned. I was suddenly starved, and I would have loved to wash my mouth if nothing else, but I didn't care. I wanted to see how it ended between Koschei and Baba Yaga.

I'd been lying in a bed that dominated a small room, probably a guest bedroom. My duster had been tossed at the feet of it, and I snagged it as I went, Mouse jumping down lightly to follow Parker and me. On top of a chest of drawers that matched the bed were the rest of my things, and I gave her an amused look. "All together in the same place?"

She grinned at me. "Amateurs. Oh." She rushed back into the room, grabbed a small bundle from the bed, and brought it back to me as I shrugged on the duster. "Nate said you should have this."

I looked down at a familiar bundle wrapped in a plain tablecloth and a lot of duct tape, and a few things made sense. "Fried your bud when you read it, didn't it."

She nodded.

"I should've thought of that."

"Harry, we all should've thought of that. We didn't. I should've got a mirror piece anyways, but I didn't." She shrugged easily. "It still worked out. I stole your earclip," she informed me lightly as she opened the door. My staff was resting by it, and I grabbed it as I followed.

We stepped out onto a hallway and golden light; just past the door, Eliot and Hardison were talking to a man with ash-brown hair cut very short and sharp eyes, dressed casually except for the Red Sox jacket and the discreet bulge of a gun, and a woman with long blonde hair, keen blue eyes and strong, mobile features, dressed as if she'd thrown on the first thing she could find when she'd jumped out of bed, her badge and her gun worn on her belt. Both of them had that unmistakable set to their shoulders of a cop on the trail of something important. He asked them something in the thickest Boston accent I'd yet heard of anyone, and all four of them chuckled low.

Hardison handed him Wattsford's little black notebook. Eliot handed her the sheaf of folders.

"That him?" The man shuffled through the notebook, his face going hard, before he looked up and pointed at me, back to his casual, easy manner. Parker, ironically, didn't get more than an admiring look from both of them, and why should she? She wasn't wearing the skin-fitted black of a thief, she was dressed like someone who'd come to a party.

"I didn't do anything," I replied automatically.

"Yeah, that's him," the woman confirmed with a touch of dark humor to her voice.

I sputtered, vaguely insulted. What's the point of proclaiming your innocence if no one's gonna even pretend to believe you?

"Harry is a consultant," Eliot told them both mildly. "He'll be going home soon, and hopefully we won't be getting him in trouble for a while."

"Like you never get me in trouble?" the man shot back, all amusement, but they all shook hands and parted ways amicably enough.

Eliot and Hardison came over to meet us. The hacker could barely take his eyes off Parker, so it was the hitter who offered me his hand, his eyes dancing, his smile warm as ever. "Sir."

"Sir." I shook his hand back. "I swear I didn't do any of it on purpose."

"The hell you didn't." Eliot snorted in amusement. "I'm glad you're on our side, Harry."

"Til the day I die," I assured him.

"May it be long in coming," he replied as if he were reciting a prayer. "Now come on. Time to finish this."

I followed them down the hallway to the main area of the mansion. "So the van did work, or did you and my dog run all the way across the grounds?"

"I absolutely don't doubt Mouse could run the distance and carry me," Hardison admitted. "I don't run if I can help it, it's undignified. The van did work, it's still working, actually. As much as a seven hundred pound computer made of cathode tubes can be said to be working."

"Those were the original computers, no?"

"No! What I made was better, stronger and capable of carrying you around without fritzing or exploding, capable of hacking into the security cameras so I could see where to go without running into the security people, capable of gagging the electrical system without actually frying it so we could pretend you were being all magic-like while I did my job." The hacker looked entirely too pleased with himself. "You brought me a dedicated, single system OS and I hacked it."

"You hacked magic?"

"I damn well hacked magic."

I couldn't very well refute him. Aside from the spider's phone, every single bit of on-site tech had worked because Hardison had strong-armed it into working, no more, no less.

"You did not," Eliot protested wearily, face scrunched up.

"I did."

"He did."

"Don't enc- Harry, don't encourage him."

"But he did."

"He did not - you did not hack magic, man."

"I absolutely did. Tell me how I did not."

"I -" The hitter shot me a look.

I could only shrug. Eliot looked at Parker. "He kinda did a little," she murmured sheepishly, much to his wounded indignation, and we all went into the main receiving room.

FORTY

"Where's everyone?"

Nate turned from inspecting the small, elegant little clavichord in the room, sipping on a cup of very strong coffee, and examined Leverage's consulting wizard. There were deep shadows under Dresden's eyes, and his hair was going every which way, salt hardening it into peaks here and there. His clothing was singed and still faintly damp, and he smelled of the sea. Not for a minute did the mastermind doubt that he was ready for round two, three and twenty, if that was what it took.

Nate didn't believe in people, not overmuch. He believed in his people; he'd worked with them, he'd seen the steel in their souls often enough to know it ran true to the core of them. But of the average person he expected very little, or nothing at all; he'd seen them crumple far too often under the burdens of the world. He didn't hold it against them, not ever. He himself had crumpled once before, like cheap tin. It had been a labor of years to re-cast himself, to find his own steel. In Dresden, that core ran through and then some. What Leverage faced together, relying on one another, the wizard faced alone. His horrors weren't faceless or nameless; they were solid, real and truly monstrous, even if sometimes those monsters were on his side. Harry Dresden had drawn a line on the sand and he would defend it to his destruction, or that of his enemies.

Then again, he'd seen much the same thing when he'd accidentally Soulgazed the wizard. That, and more. For a while after Nate had kept looking down at himself, expecting to find himself spattered to the neck with blood and perplexed that, every time, he wasn't.

"Gone. None of them wanted to stay to talk to the police," he told Dresden. "We asked mister Stone to keep back only the ones that weren't liable to eat anyone." Over one shoulder he looked at a corner of the room. "And the ones that didn't want to leave."

As if summoned by those words, Classy and his people, six in number, rose from where they were sitting or slouching and drew lazily closer. "We're runnin' a legitimate business here," Classy told Nate mildly; he had never put his jacket back on, or rolled down his sleeves. "Ain't got no reason to run from no fuckin' terriers."

"Yes, well," the mastermind agreed in the same even tone. "You do have to admit that's not a common attitude."

Classy shoved his hands in his pockets and snorted in amusement. "Yeah, alright. I'll be fuckin' honest," he added, tipping his chin and grinning maliciously. "I woulda stayed to see how that ends, police or not." His people muttered in agreement.

Dresden turned to look at what Classy had pointed out. Koschei was sprawled on a chair, asleep, snoring faintly. There was a single, long, thin silver chain binding him to the chair, hardly looking like it would keep him there. What might do the job, however, was the immense bird-like creature hovering just behind him, long neck twisting this way and that, a woman's face at the end of it, its eyes a rich, dark gold with black pupils, like a bird's. She was stout and exceedingly fluffy, each feather three colors, red, black and white-tipped, her train made of iridescent black feathers. She was clucking cheerfully to herself like a contented hen.

All around them, the wizard suddenly realized, were the portraits, eight in total, seven fakes and one copy. "Did you have to bring them all?" he asked Nate.

"I wanted to make a point," the mastermind explained, giving him time to take in the rest of the room. Off by the bar, Vanya Fedorov and Nick flanked the woman from the portrait, who'd wrapped an exquisitely knotted blue shawl about her shoulders; it glowed like a piece of the night sky, dark blue studded with tiny winking dots. Grandmother herself looked far more put together, less fragile and wounded, though still as delicate as the cup full of tea in her hands. Nick had found a garishly colorful shirt and a pair of shorts, and no one had forced him to put on shoes, so he looked absolutely delighted at the proceedings, even if there were none currently ongoing to delight him. Next to him, holding onto a glass of something strong she had yet to sip, was Jessamine Lochlin.

By the door to the main drawing room, never taking his gaze off the shark, stood Stone. He was wearing a plain shirt that barely fit him, and his somewhat bedraggled pants, but otherwise looked implacably unharmed.

"What happened to Fedorov's uncle?" Harry asked quietly.

"Fedorov called his father. Hard to tell which one of them was angrier at the betrayal," Nate replied in the same quiet undertone before pitching his voice to carry. "Sophie, go ahead and wake him up."

Beautiful and radiant still despite the night's shenanigans, the grifter came close to the Russian wizard and pulled from his black hair a lacquered comb - the same comb Parker had originally stolen from the Blackbird's pockets. "That better be enough, I'm not kissing him," she warned Nate dryly. Classy and his people snickered, and the leader of the Dredgers cleared his throat with a muttered apology he absolutely didn't mean.

Koschei roused with a snort and a start, tried to lunge out of the chair, and nearly fell. The alkonost clamped a taloned foot on the back of the chair and forced it back down, and the wizard went with it, seething. He opened his mouth and snarled something, paused… and looked utterly stunned when nothing happened.

"Yeah, that." Nate saluted him with his cup. "I wouldn't bother."

"Release me!"

"Uh, no. Not yet anyways. I've got a couple of questions I was hoping -"

"Release me!"

"- you'd answer before we trade you for your heart."

Koschei went white, though it was hard to tell if it was fury or panic. "You cannot imagine what I can do for you, for all of you. All you know of magic is what that brute Dresden has shown you."

"Ouch," Harry muttered without heat.

"Release me. I will grant you anything you desire."

"Yeah, you already made that offer," Nate reminded him mildly. "You already got your answer. Or do you mean them?" He gestured to the Dredgers with his cup. "You guys want anything from the Blackbird?"

"His guts on a platter, his head on a bowl," Classy growled. His people hissed and chattered agreement, all of their eyes burning with a lambent red light. "His fingers and toes to bite and gnaw."

"Um. Need him alive. Sorry."

Classy shrugged, seamlessly going back to his easy mood. "No harm. Figured I'd ask just in case."

"Stone," Koschei began.

"I was fool enough to make one bad bargain with you, wizard. I will make no more," the golem replied calmly.

"You should ask Fedorov," Nate suggested. "I'm sure you've got many things he thinks he wants."

Koschei said nothing, glaring furiously at the mastermind, and Nate sipped at his coffee. "But it's not so easy, is it, to tempt a man who knows that what he wants and what he needs are two different things. Who knows that those things aren't always going to agree with one another." He pinned a level look on the Russian enforcer. "Or is this because he already made his choice, and there's some sort of prohibition between the two of you?" He gestured lightly at the hand gently squeezing Grandmother's shoulder. "When a Royal chooses one of you, the other can't interfere?"

Koschei exploded into profanities in Russian, as well as a couple of other languages that made Eliot's brows climb nearly to his hairline. Grandmother reached out to pat Fedorov's hand, but the enforcer looked nothing if not confused.

"You don't look like the men in your family," the mastermind told Fedorov. "I mean, obviously that's not an absolute, like genetic testing, but it's pretty telling when you don't look at all like any of the men in your family. We looked them up. Not one. You look like your mother, though. Same eyes, same hair. All the way back seven generations or so. The Sagorovs might have taken you in, but you're not a blood-relation."

"Yes, but -" Vanya hesitated. "My mother was… a casualty of the family's business. They made amends by taking care of me. What does that have to do with anything?"

"She wasn't a casualty, she was the target. His target." Nate gestured at the frothing wizard. "It left you alone, vulnerable at a young age. But then the family stepped in, and he saw the potential for an even bigger payout if he just waited. A high-ranking member of the Russian mafia and a Fyodorov? You don't find a lot of those lying around these days."

Fedorov pressed his mouth to a thin line.

"That's the problem with paper records," the mastermind pointed out mildly. "They tend to stick around for a long, long time."

"How did you know?"

"The invitation," Sophie murmured. "The coat of arms embossed on it was for the Russian Tsars. It just took me a little while to remember it, it hasn't been used for so long."

"I am not this thing. I am me. I am my own man."

"You just saved Grandmother from her greatest enemy in pitched battle." Dresden's voice was very calm, in spite of the surprises rolling out to smack everyone in the face. "Heroes do that. Princes do that."

"Do not call him that," Baba Yaga's voice crackled through the tension in the room. "He has chosen to be prince of a different empire, and that is his choice. As it should be." She leveled a cool, disappointed glare on Koschei. "How can this lesson not sink in after all these centuries, Kostya? We do not choose them, they choose us. Always."

"I don't have the patience for your maudlin beggary. They are mortal, and weak, and flawed. They are tools to be put to use, nothing else. They are power. My power."

"And you wonder why no one likes you," Fedorov commented, then crouched by Baba Yaga. "All I have ever wanted to be is my own man. I do not ask for favors easily." He shot Nate a look. "The price is always far more than one is willing to pay. I would ask only one thing of you, Grandmother." He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a bundled handkerchief. Unwrapping it, he offered her the small, oddly shaped, carved wooden cup, a chicken bone tucked neatly inside it. "I would know what you think of me."

She gasped, and took the cup with wrinkled fingers. Then she looked up and smiled at him. "You already know, little prince. I think you are more than worthy. I think any path you choose should be proud to have you." She touched his cheek lightly and, Russian enforcer or not, he flushed faintly under her praise.

Koschei strained against his bonds with a high-pitched, strangled howl, before going limp in the chair. "So," he growled at Nate. "You win. You would make an enemy of me for all the days of your miserable mortal life. I hope it was worth it."

"Sort of," the mastermind replied. "See, Dresden is supposed to just be our consultant. Answer questions, provide information, that sort of thing. Things, eh, escalated, but he still made time for the information bit, and one thing he made real clear is that you like to carry grudges. You really do. So part of doing all this was also making sure you can't do that to my people, or to him."

"And what will you do, kill me?" Koschei laughed darkly at him.

"We could, I suppose, but we really don't kill people unless we have to."

"I am immortal," the wizard laughed.

"No," Dresden countered. "You just hid your heart so well even death couldn't find it. But then you went and dug it out." He rapped his staff lightly on the floor, and one of the portraits began to glow faintly, as if illuminated by a light behind it. "Worse, you went and dug up the keys to open your little magical lockbox, the same keys where you trapped your death. You might not be a necromancer, but man," Dresden shook his head. "I've walked the edge, and I thought I was close, but you make it look like I was hiking fifty miles from the Damocles Doom."

"A feeble threat from a feeble pack of feeble old men."

"You've been out of the loop. They've got women and everything in the Council these days. Real modern of them."

"You don't have the keys, I stole them back from Dresden's home."

"You made the most basic of mistakes." Sophie came up behind Koschei, just close enough to purr against his ear with Ekaterina's Russian accent before she straightened up and abandoned the persona altogether. "You forgot the first rule of the grift: always keep your eyes on the mark." She moved to stand by Nate.

"You kept looking for heroes," the mastermind sipped at his cup, "because you're used to fighting heroes. But the one hero you found, you kinda. Well. Brought him on yourself." He saluted Fedorov with his cup before giving Koschei his attention once again. "But we're not heroes. We're conmen. And you just fell for the oldest con: the shell game. " He moved to his feet and reached into his pocket, pulling from it the plastic chess piece. "In a tower."

The frame of the portrait began to glow with its own light, as it had back in the vault of the MFA. There, among the gilt and the filigree in the ancient wood, Nate found the carving of the tower, pressed the chess piece against it, and was unsurprised at last to see it sink in seamlessly.

"In a box," Eliot said, reaching for the box of matches Harry had thrown at him so carelessly. It had a treasure chest painted on top, and it was still half-full of matches. The little drawing led the hitter to the right place on the frame.

"I stole those from you," Koschei sounded strangled.

"Did you?" Nate asked casually. "Because we had a set at the safehouse, a set at the pub -"

"A set in Lucille," Hardison pointed out.

"And in the u-Haul," Eliot added, stepping aside for Parker, who frowned minutely at the frame until she found the carving of a rabbit missing a foot, and grinned victoriously as she did magic all on her own. "Inside a rabbit."

Hardison came up behind her. "You look absolutely glorious doing magic," he murmured, blindly shoving the duck-shaped whistle at the frame.

She beamed at him. "I do magic all the time," she replied just as quietly. "Pay at- Hardison, pay attention!"

"Hardison!" Eliot hissed, forcing the hacker to actually focus.

"Alright, ok! Messing up my rhythm here," he grumbled. He was one of the few people present who could reach the top of the frame and return the duck to its graven, flying flock.

"You see, our consultant explained something to us called a Mirror-Mask. When you bind several items together to make it look like they're all the real thing." Nate looked pointedly around. "I think you might have heard of it. Of course you were going to try and steal the keys, that's just common sense. All we had to do was make you think you'd succeeded. Make it, ah," he glanced at Dresden, "believable."

"The real set was never together, not after the first time," Sophie told Koschei mildly. "The best way to keep a magical item from being tracked is to have it always on the move. Harry taught us that too." She grinned at him. "And your own magic to hide the items did the rest of the job." From her purse she pulled the egg, and pressed it lightly to the bottom of the frame.

The painted emerald brooch burst into radiant color, bright enough to dazzle everyone present for a moment. Sophie brought out the key and bit her lip. "Are you sure, Harry?"

"You won't damage it," the wizard assured her.

She lifted the key and put it lightly against the brooch. It sank into the light as if into a lock. The grifter tested it one way, then the other, and slid it around a quarter turn, then another, before pulling it out.

With it came a black velvet bag the size of a man's head, secured with a golden cord, weighted at the ends with cabochon diamonds, each as big as a quarter, one pure, one black. Eliot caught the bag by the strings before it could drop from the key. "Heavy," he commented, his expression full of uncertain anticipation.

Sophie reached for the bag, hesitated, reached again and then took a full step back. "Parker."

"Dresden," Nate added.

"Mister Act," Harry said at once.

"The hell d'yer want me for, wizard?" Classy exclaimed, caught completely by surprise.

"To find out if it's booby-trapped," the wizard replied evenly.

"… Oh."

The bag was set on a small lacquered table, and all three bend down to stare curiously at it. Classy sniffed it lightly. "Dust. Time. Magic. No poison, no bugs, nothin' that bites or stings." He leaned even closer and licked the black velvet, then spat off to one side. "Night's breath and rowan ash. Their power's wore off with time, 's nothing but crap tea and soot."

"No hexes, no curses," Harry agreed. At Classy's dictum he gingerly laid a gentle hand on the velvet, then pulled it back, wriggling his fingers.

"Don't trust me, wizard?" Classy challenged.

"I do," Dresden replied evenly, then shrugged in the direction of the bar. "But I just spend a whole evening sneaking suppression potions into people's drinks. I made sure not to get you or your people, but you say rowan ash and I get paranoid."

The Dredger stared at him open-mouthed before he started cackling. "The Witchwell. That's how you made it work."

Parker ran her hands smoothly over the rich velvet. "There's nothing here but the one thing." She untied the cord and reached in.

The jewel filled both her hands. The emerald was immense, the same vitriolic green of its owner's eyes, flawless, shaped into an oval and set into a frame of platinum that made one dizzy if stared at for too long. Parker turned it this way and that, held it up to the light. Behind her, Sophie breathed out in disbelief. The thief suddenly shuddered and put it down abruptly. "It's wriggling," she declared tightly.

Sophie put her fingertips to it. "The Emerald Heart of Koschei the Deathless," she murmured. She could just feel the faint tremors of a heartbeat against her skin. "It's real."

"And untouchable," Koschei told them smugly. "Go on. Ask mister Stone to break it. Ask Grandmother to grind it up in her mortar. Ask. You do not have the final key, you did not find it, did you. You cannot touch me."

"We did not find it," Nate admitted readily. "We're just conmen. But you brought a hero into the mix," he told the Russian wizard mildly. "And he did find it, rattling around inside a chicken bone. Or what, did you think when you stole it, that we somehow miraculously found another chicken bone with a needle in it?" The mastermind's tone suddenly went to lethal ice. "Dresden."

Without hesitation, Harry pulled off the pin secured to the top of his shirt and flicked off the little mirror shard at the top.

"You cannot kill me." Koschei's panicked voice was a wheeze. "Your Council will murder you for it."

Dresden seemed to consider that. "True. Hey, Fedorov -"

"Wait!" Koschei shrieked. "What do you want, you must want something, everyone wants something. There is always something!"

"There is," Nate agreed, and gestured to the painting. "Tonight you were going to lock Grandmother in there with your heart, and finally do what you couldn't pull off all those centuries ago. You'd taken all the tools she uses for her magic, the mortar, the pestle, the shawl - left her her house, though, that's nice of you." He nodded at the alkonost who curtsied gracefully back. "You were going to lock her in there, and let the curse on the heart do what it was always meant to do. Sell the painting and wash your hands of her fate while you stole her power. So, instead, you're going to step in that cage. We're going to throw your heart in with you and we're going to lock the door. And then that lovely lady over there," he pointed at Jessamine, "is going to take you back to her museum. And if you're lucky, by the time you get out, your heart will have left you enough magic to fill up a thimble." He leaned back, once again the harmless, slightly rumpled, friendly man he could pretend to be so flawlessly. "But you'll be alive, though."

"There must be something you want," Koschei croaked, his eyes gone to rolling green pebbles in his corpse-white face.

"Probably lots of things," Nate admitted. "But I know the difference between what I want and what I need. And since we dosed you with a full suppression potion before we started this conversation, I don't think you're in any shape to offer me either."

FORTY ONE

The Dredgers boxed up the portrait after Dresden pulled the keys back out, and Eliot and Parker carried it out for Jess. The hitter excused himself discreetly, and both young women stared uncomfortably at anything but one another in the dark next to the u-Haul van.

"So you're a thief?"

"Sort of."

"Were you gonna - 'cuz I mean. I never got that vibe from you, that you were using me to steal from me."

"No!" Parker exclaimed. "No, I was, I wanted to work with you, 'cuz it was fun, and you were fun, and we could make plans, and then take 'em apart, and that was so much fun and that's what you're supposed to do with friends, have fun, except now I ruined everything and, and-"

"Alright!" Jess threw her hands out to try and stave off the deluge. She chewed angrily on her lip. "You don't have a lot of friends, do you."

Parker shrugged. "You just met them all but one."

"Oh my gosh," Jess tugged on her curling hair. "I mean, I'm not saying it wasn't fun, but you lied to me. Like, big lies! Important lies!"

"I know. I just… You wouldn't have wanted to make friends with a thief."

"Well… No, I guess not."

"But it was fun?" Parker asked tentatively.

Jess, flustered, wriggled uncomfortably in place. "So what's your real name?"

"Parker."

"Parker what?"

"No, just Parker."

"Well, there goes your free membership," Jess told her sternly.

"Ok, that's fair," the thief agreed, crestfallen.

The silence lingered and grew.

"So you're an art thief."

"Thief-thief, mostly."

"You wouldn't happen to know, you know. The Dutch Gallery."

"I know who did it, but they don't have them anymore, they sold them."

Jess let out an irate little squeal, stomping a foot. "I don't suppose that you'd want to. Do like a. Counter… heist?"

Parker's glum expression shattered under a burst of sunny, delighted surprise. "Would I ever."

"Well, good!" Jess nodded stoutly, then offered a hand. "Hello. I'm Jessamine Lochlin, and I've got a proposition for you."

Parker reached out to shake the young curator's hand. "Hi. I'm Parker, and I'm all ears."

FORTY TWO

"Wizard."

I turned to find myself nose to chest with Stone. "Oh, good," I said in a tone that implied the golem's presence was anything but.

"We made a bargain, you and I, back at the boat-house. That the building is no longer there is not a valid excuse to welsh on it."

"I'm not welshing on it. I'm just not keeping up all that well with local events. The boat-house's gone?"

"You tore multiple holes into the building and then called up a tidal wave, wizard," Stone gave me a look as deadpan as his tone. "What did you expect would happen to it?"

I shrugged. I hadn't exactly been planning ahead beyond getting rid of the zmei. "Come with me. Hey, Ford, a word?"

The mastermind turned to look at me, then up at the golem. "I don't know that I have the energy to deal with your friends tonight, Dresden," he declared wearily.

"Well, you're in luck because this one actually is a friend. Did Eliot and Hardison ever talk to you about the moonlighting I did with them?"

"Yes, briefly. But they also mentioned it was not likely to happen again once you go home."

"To you, no. You're human. But it occurs to me, what if you had a group of non-humans doing what you do?"

Ford opened his mouth. He said nothing, closed it. Looked up at Stone.

"I don't follow," the golem admitted.

"Ford and his people run a small operation. Very neat, very tidy, very challenging," I explained, hoping the mastermind would catch the emphasis on the last word.

"We help people," Ford jumped in. "We help people who have lost the war. We come into a situation when the odds are entirely against us. When our customers have had hope and spirit crushed out of them by companies, by governments, by forces that seem too big, to powerful for any one person to challenge, let alone defeat. Our monsters aren't solid," he gestured at the painting, "but they are real. And so are the challenges."

The golem looked most definitely intrigued. "I don't see how this applies to me. Are you offering me a job?"

"Not exactly," Ford demurred. "You see, while we were working on Grandmother's case, a couple of people approached us. One was a seal-woman."

"Looking for her skin?"

"Looking for her fourteen-year-old daughter's skin."

The golem straightened up sharply. "Was it found?"

I liked him for asking that question. Never mind what he might say about ethics or morals, Stone still had, somewhere under the granite exterior, an awareness of right and wrong.

"We did, and we also managed to sneak in some information to the authorities that won't compromise any other potential seal-women out there, but that will make the lives of the men involved very, very difficult." Nate gestured. "Abstract enemy. Lost fight. We still pulled a win. But… they aren't going to come to us anymore."

"You're human," the golem said thoughtfully.

"You aren't," the mastermind pointed out. "We could, in theory, provide you with the infrastructure, with training, with advice come from our experience fighting these fights. While you, and your team, can reach out to Boston's supernatural community in a way we can't. You can provide them with the… leverage they lack."

Stone was silent a long, long time, looking deeply thoughtful. "I have no team. I would not involve my security people in this matter. They are good at what they do, but that is very much all they are good at."

"Can I make a suggestion about that?" I raised my hand.

"This was your idea and your bargain, wizard. Suggest."

"Nick!"

The shark, who'd been demolishing what was left of the buffet, came trotting over. "Wizard! Tell me you have more fights to offer. This has been the best night since I came to your world."

"No," Stone said stiffly.

"Uh, well, you know," Ford spoke before I could. "Nick's the one who sniffed out Dresden for the seal-woman. He's been nothing but good about following directions tonight, on nearly no notice. And you know he'll never be afraid to call you out if he thinks you're going about a job the wrong way." His eyes strayed to Sophie. "Personal experience talking here, that is incredibly important to the job."

Stone looked down at the niuhi, frowning. Nick beamed up at him, then at me. "Lots of seal-women out there who need help, Nick," I told him casually. "Lots of other people, too, and no one's helping them."

The shark snorted. "You think I could help anyone, wizard? Biting makes as many problems as it solves!"

"Untrue," Stone said. "Biting can absolutely solve many problems without creating more, as long as they are the right problems."

"I'm not very good at telling the difference."

The golem sighed. "I am." He faced Ford. "Perhaps we should speak after all, you and the shark and I."

The three of them walked away and I breathed a sigh of relief. Was the night over yet? I wanted nothing more than a blessedly hot shower, a fresh change of clothes, and a bed, any bed. Maybe just a couch. A sleeping bag. Or a couple of blank-

"You got somethin' of mine, wizard."

I turned. Classy had approached me alone, and I knew his people well enough to recognize the respect and deference he was showing me. Unfortunately, that didn't help me understand what he was saying, and I stared at him with what I knew was a blank, dumb expression on my face. "I do?"

The Dredger stopped playing with the thin silver chain he'd loaned Ford to contain Koschei. It looked like nothing but a silvery piece of jewelry in his hands. He cocked a brow at me. "Ford said you had it."

"He did?"

Classy peered curiously at my face, and broke into low snickers. "Long night, wizard?"

I could only groan in reply. "I feel like I've been put through a wringer and run over a few miles of bad road until all the soft bits are raw -" It hit me then, with the unpleasant mental image. "Oh, I do have something of yours!"

"There you are, found the one thinky bit ain't fallin' down tired," the Dredger cheered me on as I groped around inside my trenchcoat.

"You guys coming out alright out of this one?"

"Well enough." He shrugged, then pointed to where Sophie was having an animated conversation with his people. "Learning about this thing called a Zanzibar market. Humans are fuckin' brilliant, wizard. You think you got one up on them and they're a fucking dozen steps ahead already. Ah, there's my beauty."

I handed over the Burning Witchwell. "You know the thing's nearly empty, right?"

"I know. Blackbird promised he'd empty it for us, lying crow's arsehole. Ain't in the business of killing me own fuckin' customers, wizard. The Witchwell's what I want, not the poison innit."

"Well, hell, if that's all you want I can empty it for you."

"Right?" The Dredger brightened up. "What's yer fee?"

"You know the Bag of Winds Ying Ying Amarin wanted?"

He grinned and winked at me. "You want a stitch or three should come loose on it?"

"That sounds perfect, unless it's gonna get you in trouble."

He cackled. "Caveat emptor, wizard. We're Dredgers. We find what's not to be found. We get into places and things we don't got no business puttin' our hands an' our mouths an' our teeth on. Ain't no one better'n us at what we do. You do business with us at your own risk an' peril." He gave me a yellow-toothed grin and offered me a hand to shake.

I took it without hesitation. "You mind if I do it tomorrow after I get enough sleep to maybe not kill myself and everyone else around?"

He laughed merrily and walked away.

FORTY THREE

The morning of the day after the party broke sunny, warm and beautiful, the sort that promised a hot, breezy summer noon, a perfect day to head down to the beach. Boston stirred under the clattering of the T and the scent of hundreds of little coffee shops, and the tidal wave was no longer the biggest bit of news.

Nate and Hardison met Stone on the steps of the Back Bay Station. Hardison handed the golem the spider's phone. Stone, once again dressed impeccably in a custom-tailored turtleneck and dress slacks, took it with care and tapped his thumb lightly on it. His surprise when the screen actually lit up was very obvious. "I was unaware such a thing was possible," he admitted. "You're giving me a very rare treasure, mister Hardison."

"You're gonna need it. At least until you can get a different setup. You can do tech and magic, you just gotta be willing to, you know. Compromise."

"You do understand this is temporary?" Nate told the golem. "We're not going to handhold you. You don't answer to us. We'll help you set up, but the job's yours, you and your people."

Stone seemed to think very carefully on his answer. "I have worked for someone or another for nearly all of my existence," he explained. "My security firm is the first attempt I have ever made at others working for me, and yet… it was still me, working for someone else. I think this opportunity you offer me, mister Ford - I think it is everything the wizard promised." He smiled thinly. "And I do have the shark to keep me honest."

Nate couldn't help but be a little amused at that. "In that case, here's something to remember today by." He handed over the plain plastic chess tower.

Stone stared at it, then pocketed it. "It will be kept safe as long as I can do such a thing."

Across the Concourse, Harry Dresden, professional wizard, was staring at the growing rivers of people coming and going, a trickle quickly turning into a flood. Boston was beautiful, alive, a city as worthy of attention and devotion as any other.

He couldn't wait to go home.

"Wizard," Classy's rough voice called out, and Harry turned. The Dredger, flanked by two of his people, came up to the wizard sedately, blinking a bit in the bright morning light. The wizard offered him the wrapped-up bundle of the Witchwell, sans duct-tape; Classy dug the small cylinder out and shook it. "Not a fuckin' drop. You do good work, wizard."

"Well, you know. When someone's not trying to kill me."

Classy chuckled. "All said, I'm glad this ain't your turf. Don't fancy the fight if we had to go up against you."

"Nicest thing anyone's said about me in a while," Harry assured the Dredger, and they shook hands. "Stay alive, mister Act."

"Same, mister Dresden. Safe travels and all that crap." The Dredgers turned and walked away, pausing briefly to nod politely at Sophie as they crossed paths.

The grifter was leading Parker and Eliot, and she hugged Harry without hesitation. "Oh, I feel like we ought to keep you here for a month, just to give all those bruises a chance to heal," she protested mildly.

"Believe me, I'm going home in one piece. That's more than I usually get," Harry assured her sheepishly.

"I really did mean it, you know. You were only supposed to be a consultant."

"I did consult," he replied with a lopsided grin. "This is the easiest consulting I've ever done. You told me everything I needed to know, you let me sleep, you fed me. Watered me. Watered me a lot." She had to grin at that. "Hot showers every day, dang. Doesn't get much better than that."

She pulled away, and Eliot offered his hand. "It's all the hot showers, huh?"

"I have no idea what your water heater's made of, but you should invest in the company."

Eliot, who wasn't about to tell Harry the water heaters at both the loft and the safehouse had been replaced three times, merely beamed at the wizard as they shook hands. "Sir."

"Sir."

"You're a good man, Harry. Violence doesn't make you a bad man." He shrugged a little. "It's just a thing we have to do sometimes. You're not responsible for other people's choices, no one is but them."

The wizard's grin stuttered. "You make it sound like it's easy."

"Hardest thing in the world, my man," the hitter admitted. "Because you gotta convince yourself of it every day, every time you get up and look in the mirror. Just remember: forehead to nose, not nose to nose."

"Elbow, not wrist," Harry repeated dutifully, his grin returning. "Or I just hit them with magic really, really hard."

Eliot laughed. "Or that." He bent down to ruffle Mouse's ears and ruff roughly, much to the young dog's delight, while Parker came to stand before Harry.

"Are you really going to be alright?"

"I mean, I'm probably gonna get some version of yelled at for not reporting the Blackbird thing," he admitted, punctiliously honest with her as he'd tried to be all along. "Are you? With Jess, I mean?"

"Oh, yeah, we're good. We're gonna be - we've got plans. We're good. Harry? Thank for you asking."

"Thank you for accepting me. Me, and what I am."

"But it's magic," she protested. "Who wouldn't?"

The wizard didn't say anything, he merely cut his gaze to one side. She turned and looked. "Oh. Right."

Nate and Hardison joined the little group, and the hacker offered his hand with a grin. "Mister Hacker," he said solemnly.

A snort of laughter burst out of Harry, and he offered his hand. "Mister Wizard," he replied.

"I am," Hardison agreed. "And you are. You know, I had the theory in my head, the thought that we were just two sides of the same coin. I'm glad I was right."

"I am super envious of everything you can accomplish," Dresden admitted readily. "Let's start there. But mostly I'm also so mad that we can't do more. If you ever figure out how we can work together without me frying all your equipment, I'll be the first one there."

"Holding you to that, Dresden."

"You bet."

Nate stared very levelly at the wizard. Harry stared just as levelly back.

"Walk with me, Dresden."

"My train -"

"- doesn't leave until Hardison lets it."

The two men walked across one edge of the Concourse, with the mastermind lost in thought. After a few moments, he reached into his jacket and offered Harry a plain white envelope. "Your pay. Plus incidentals, and so on."

"Jeez," Harry stared at the envelope, then pocketed it inside his duster. "Thank you."

Nate stopped and turned to face the wizard. "You did magic."

"I did."

The mastermind shook his head. "You know, after the MFA, Sophie was explaining it to me. She described it as being sheep in a pen facing a man with a shotgun."

"It's not… entirely wrong. But also not completely right."

"No?"

Dresden smiled thinly. "Sometimes the sheep have shotguns, too."

Nate made a faintly amused sound. "Sometimes the sheep hire a wizard."

"And now you know where ninety percent of my work comes from. Congratulations, another puzzle solved," Dresden teased.

"Yes, but -"

"But you don't like the shape of it?" The wizard shrugged. "Neither does most of the world. Give it time, Ford. In a few months you'll be looking for explanations, twisting your memories into things that fit your reality better. In a year you won't think twice about it."

"You make it sound so easy."

"That's because I've seen it happen most of my adult life, and all of my professional life."

Nate thought very carefully on that. "I don't like that. I don't like thinking that the only way this works is if I lie to myself. I'm not interested in being comfortable, or I wouldn't do what I do. I don't want, I don't need the world to be in order, Dresden. I need it to be fair."

"That's our job, not the world's," the wizard replied simply. "We make it fair."

Nate chewed on that. "So it is."

"Besides, I doubt Parker's gonna let you forget that magic's a thing that happens. And hell, there's Sophie right there with you, Ford. If you don't look at her and see what she does is magic, I'm not sure I can help you. I'm not sure anyone can."

That did make the mastermind grin, however crookedly. He turned and offered his hand. "Pleasure doing business with you, mister Dresden. Can I add your number to our Rolodex?"

Harry shook it amicably. "Absolutely. Unless it's Portland."

"Worse than Boston?" They started walking back to the team.

"You have no idea. Besides, you'd have local help there if you needed it."

"Another wizard?"

"No." Harry gestured vaguely, as if to organize his thoughts before he spoke. "Do you happen to know what a Grimm is?"

[eirinstiva]

"A queen among sluts"

My friend Carruthers sent the chapter 21 of The Riddle of the Sands, let's see what is waiting for him and Davies.

The harbour lay open before us, and very commodious and civilised it looked, enclosed between two long piers which ran quite half a mile out from the land to the roadstead (Riff Gat by name) where we lay. (...) A couple of tugs, a dredger, and a ferry packet with steam up, were moored on that side—a small stack of galliots on the other. Beyond these was another vessel, a galliot in build, but radiant as a queen among sluts; her varnished sides and spars flashing orange in the sun.

[taking notes] Ok, the expression "a queen among sluts" will be part of my vocabulary. What really worries me is how will they continue with their plan.

“There he is!” said Davies, in a tense whisper; “the tall one.” But the tall one turned abruptly as Davies spoke and strode away behind the deck-house, leaving me just a lightning impression of a grey beard and a steep tanned forehead, behind a cloud of cigar-smoke. 

So there's a tall guy with a beard and short guy that looks wise as Satan [taking notes]. Who are them? What will these men do? What does make somebody look "wise as Satan"? Too many questions, let the Dulcibella crew investigate on land and have a decent breakfast~

The first in order of date (October 6) ran: “Dear Carruthers.—Take another week by all means.—Yours, etc.” The second (marked “urgent”) had been sent to my home address and forwarded. It was dated October 15, and cancelled the previous letter, requesting me to return to London without delay—“I am sorry to abridge your holiday, but we are very busy, and, at present, short-handed.—Yours, etc.” There was a dry postscript to the effect that another time I was to be good enough to leave more regular and definite information as to my whereabouts when absent.

Please, Carruthers... don't leave Davies alone! How could Carruthers leave this mission behind? Well, now his life as a salary man feels so far away. I would love to know more about the other letters <3

The highlight of this chapter: Carruthers and Davies working together.

Between these three objects—compass, watch, and chart—his eyes darted constantly, never looking up or out, save occasionally for a sharp glance over the side at the flying bubbles, to see if I was sustaining a regular speed. My duty was to be his automaton, the human equivalent of a marine engine whose revolutions can be counted and used as data by the navigator.

Arthur H. Davies is truly a seaman, navigating through the fog and darkness, Carruthers did really a good job rowing and following Davies' instructions and together they navigated a complicated path. They are now and amazing crew!

Just looking at this map was hard for me, imagine doing the same in the fog and navigate using this map. This is priceless!!!

The spy game feels really strong now, so let's wait until the next chapter to enjoy more of this adventure <3

[jungkookandyugyeomwhores]

The Science Behind Lake Dredging: A Clean Solution for Better Waterways

Lake dredge is a process used to remove accumulated sediment, debris, and pollutants from the bottom of lakes and waterways. Over time, these materials can degrade water quality, reduce water depth, and harm aquatic ecosystems. dredge helps restore the natural balance by improving water flow, enhancing oxygen levels, and removing harmful substances like heavy metals and nutrients that contribute to eutrophication. This scientific approach involves using specialized equipment such as dredgers to scoop or suction sediment from the lakebed, often followed by disposal or treatment of the removed materials. By reducing contamination and promoting healthier aquatic habitats, lake dredge serves as a sustainable solution to improve water quality, support biodiversity, and maintain the functionality of freshwater ecosystems.

Introduction to Lake dredge: A Vital Process for Waterway Health

Lake dredge is a crucial process in maintaining the ecological balance of lakes and other water bodies. It involves the removal of sediment, debris, and contaminants that accumulate over time at the bottom of a water body. This natural sedimentation can lead to decreased water quality, habitat loss, and navigational challenges. The process of dredge helps restore the waterway's depth, improve water quality, and promote the overall health of the ecosystem. By examining the science behind lake dredge, we can better understand its importance in maintaining clean and vibrant waterways.

The Role of Lake dredge in Sediment Management

Sediment accumulation is a common issue in many lakes, leading to the need for dredge. As rivers and streams carry sand, silt, and organic matter into the lake, these sediments settle at the bottom. Over time, this sediment layer thickens, which can reduce water depth and limit the water's ability to absorb nutrients and oxygen. dredge removes these sediments, helping to restore the lake's depth and function. It also plays a vital role in managing contaminants that may have accumulated in the sediments, such as heavy metals, phosphorus, and pollutants. By removing this sediment, lake dredge helps to prevent harmful effects like eutrophication, which can cause algae blooms and fish kills.

Environmental Benefits of Lake dredge

One of the key benefits of lake dredge is the enhancement of water quality. By removing harmful sediments and contaminants, dredge improves the oxygen levels in the water and reduces the presence of harmful substances. This creates a healthier environment for aquatic species, including fish, plants, and microorganisms. dredge also improves water clarity by eliminating suspended particles, allowing sunlight to penetrate deeper into the lake. This encourages the growth of submerged vegetation, which helps with nutrient uptake and stabilizes the lakebed. Additionally, dredge can restore aquatic habitats, allowing species to thrive and biodiversity to be preserved.

The Science of Lake dredge: Techniques and Technologies

Lake dredge employs various techniques and technologies to remove sediment efficiently. The two most common types of dredge methods are mechanical dredge and hydraulic dredge. Mechanical dredge uses large, excavator-like equipment to scoop up sediment and deposit it into barges or trucks for disposal. Hydraulic dredge, on the other hand, uses a suction pipe to draw up the sediment, which is then pumped through a pipeline to a designated disposal area. Both methods rely on advanced technology to ensure precision and minimize environmental disruption. For example, GPS systems are used to guide dredge equipment, ensuring that only the necessary areas are targeted for sediment removal. Additionally, dredge operations are often accompanied by sediment testing to assess the types and concentrations of pollutants, allowing for targeted management of contaminated areas. The science behind these techniques continues to evolve, with innovations focused on improving efficiency and reducing the environmental impact.

Lake dredge and Ecosystem Restoration

Lake dredge plays a significant role in ecosystem restoration, particularly in areas where human activities, such as industrialization or urbanization, have contributed to water degradation. dredge removes the accumulated pollutants and contaminants, helping to restore the natural balance of the ecosystem. By deepening the lake and enhancing its oxygen levels, dredge improves the habitat for fish and other aquatic species. It can also improve the lake’s ability to manage stormwater and mitigate flood risks by restoring the natural flow of water. In some cases, lake dredge may be part of a broader restoration plan that includes replanting aquatic vegetation, restoring wetlands, and creating buffer zones to protect water quality. This comprehensive approach helps ensure that the dredged lake remains healthy and sustainable in the long term.

The Economic and Recreational Impacts of Lake dredge

While lake dredge is primarily an environmental and ecological solution, it also brings economic and recreational benefits. By maintaining navigable waterways, dredge helps facilitate shipping, boating, and fishing activities. It also enhances the aesthetic appeal of lakes, making them more attractive to tourists and residents alike. This, in turn, can boost local economies through increased tourism, recreation, and property values. dredge also supports local industries that rely on clean water for operations, such as fishing and water sports. For instance, by removing sediments that may harbor harmful bacteria or toxins, dredge improves the safety and recreational value of lakes. Additionally, the removal of sediment can enhance the clarity of the water, making it more appealing for swimming, kayaking, and other outdoor activities.

Challenges and Considerations in Lake dredge Projects

While lake dredge offers numerous benefits, it is not without challenges. The process can be costly, and the disposal of dredged materials must be carefully managed to prevent contamination of surrounding environments. In some cases, the removal of sediment may release previously trapped pollutants into the water, temporarily affecting water quality. As such, proper planning and monitoring are essential to ensure the success of dredge projects.

Environmental regulations and community concerns also play a significant role in shaping dredge practices. In many cases, local stakeholders, including environmental organizations and residents, must be consulted to ensure that dredge is done in a way that minimizes negative impacts. Additionally, ongoing monitoring is necessary to assess the long-term effects of dredge on the ecosystem.

Conclusion

Lake dredge is a powerful tool for improving the health and functionality of our waterways. By removing accumulated sediments and pollutants, dredge enhances water quality, supports biodiversity, and restores aquatic habitats. With advances in technology and sustainable practices, lake dredge can continue to play a vital role in ecosystem restoration and environmental management.

[kylebarnnes]

Sand Dredge in Developing Nations: Challenges and Opportunities

Sand dredge plays a vital role in the economic development of many developing nations, particularly for infrastructure, construction, and coastal management. However, it presents several challenges, including environmental degradation, illegal dredging activities, and the depletion of natural sand reserves. In many cases, the lack of strict regulations exacerbates these issues, leading to damage to ecosystems and local communities. Despite these challenges, sand dredging also offers opportunities for economic growth, job creation, and improved coastal protection. By adopting sustainable practices, enhancing regulatory frameworks, and utilizing technology, developing nations can mitigate the negative impacts of dredging while harnessing its potential for long-term development and environmental resilience.

Introduction to Sand Dredge: Importance and Application

Sand dredge is the process of removing sand from the bottom of water bodies like rivers, lakes, and oceans, often using specialized dredging equipment. This activity is essential in various industries such as construction, agriculture, and coastal protection. Sand is a key component for building materials like concrete, and dredging ensures that a continuous supply of sand is available for these needs. Additionally, dredging helps to maintain navigable waterways, ports, and harbors, ensuring safe passage for ships and boats. The economic benefits of sand dredging are significant, especially in growing urban areas and developing nations.

The Dredging Process: How Sand Dredgers Work

Sand dredging involves several steps, starting with the use of dredging equipment like cutter suction dredgers (CSDs) or trailing suction hopper dredgers (TSHDs). These machines extract sand from the seabed or riverbed, and it is then transported to shore or processing plants for further use. The equipment works by either cutting into the sand and suctioning it up or dragging large scoops along the bottom to lift sediment. Depending on the location and scale of the project, dredgers may work continuously or in stages. Advanced dredging technologies improve efficiency, safety, and minimize environmental impacts.

Environmental Impact of Sand Dredging: Risks and Mitigation

While sand dredge is a vital activity, it can have significant environmental consequences. Over-extraction of sand can lead to habitat destruction, particularly in sensitive marine and river ecosystems. Dredging disrupts the natural flow of water, affecting aquatic life, biodiversity, and water quality. Coastal erosion may also be exacerbated if dredging is not properly managed. To mitigate these impacts, many countries have introduced regulations to control sand dredging, promoting sustainable practices. For instance, selective dredging, proper waste disposal, and restoring dredged areas are measures that can reduce the adverse effects on the environment.

Sand Dredging in Developing Nations: Economic Opportunities and Challenges

In developing nations, sand dredging presents both opportunities and challenges. On one hand, it can be a source of revenue, employment, and improved infrastructure. Sand is an essential building material, and dredging can support growing urbanization. However, these countries often lack the regulations or enforcement needed to ensure that dredging is done sustainably. Unregulated sand dredging can lead to over-exploitation, illegal mining, and severe environmental degradation. Addressing these issues requires international cooperation, education on sustainable practices, and the implementation of stronger laws and regulations.

Sustainable Practices in Sand Dredging: Ensuring Long-Term Supply

Sustainability is key to maintaining a steady supply of sand while minimizing environmental harm. Sustainable sand dredging practices include using modern technology to reduce waste and energy consumption, implementing sediment management strategies, and restoring areas that have been dredged. One such practice is "in-situ dredging," where the dredger only removes the sediment required for navigability or construction purposes without over-extracting. Additionally, countries can promote the use of alternatives like recycled materials or artificial sand to reduce dependence on natural sand sources.

Regulations and Policies: The Role of Government in Sand Dredging

Governments play a critical role in regulating sand dredging to balance the economic benefits with environmental protection. Effective policies should include the licensing of dredging activities, setting quotas on the amount of sand that can be extracted, and ensuring compliance with environmental standards. Monitoring systems can help detect illegal or unsustainable dredging activities. Additionally, international conventions and agreements can help guide countries in managing shared resources like rivers and coastal zones. Strengthening these regulations will not only preserve ecosystems but also safeguard the future of sand dredging as an industry.

Technological Innovations in Sand Dredging: A Look into the Future

The future of sand dredge lies in technological innovation. New advancements aim to increase the efficiency of sand extraction while reducing environmental impact. For example, drones and sensors are being used to monitor sediment conditions in real-time, helping operators make informed decisions. Automation is also making dredging safer and more efficient, with robotic dredgers that can operate in hazardous conditions. Moreover, technology is driving the development of eco-friendly dredging techniques that use less energy and reduce disturbances to marine ecosystems. As the demand for sand grows, these innovations will be crucial in ensuring that sand dredging can continue without damaging the environment.

Conclusion

Sand dredge is a critical industry that supports infrastructure development, coastal protection, and many other essential sectors. However, its environmental consequences cannot be ignored. By adopting sustainable practices, advancing technology, and strengthening regulatory frameworks, the negative impacts of sand dredging can be minimized. For developing nations, the challenge is to strike a balance between the economic benefits of sand extraction and the long-term health of ecosystems. As global demand for sand increases, finding innovative, sustainable solutions will be key to ensuring the industry’s future viability without compromising the environment.

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Dredging Equipment

Our equipment is designed with mobility, reliability, durability, and safety in mind, ensuring you have the best tools for the job. One of the most enduring and versatile dredger designs, the Cutter Suction Dredger employs a rotating cutter head at the end of a suction line. This cutter head is typically shaped like a basket and features blades that rotate within it. When the blades make contact with the seabed or riverbed material, they cut and loosen it, allowing the material to be drawn up into a suction tube. Raw water intakes along rivers and streams can clog during large flooding events or over time -hydraulic dredging.

We are the area’s leading authority in comprehensive waterfront restoration projects, offering smart, environmentally-friendly, solution for your unique body of water. It also leaves little lasting impact on launch and recovery sites, so it’s environmentally friendly. Consider the interplay of all of these factors as you choose your dredge size. In many cases, you may want to consult with experienced dredging professionals who can give you an expert opinion about the right dredge for your project - mechanical dredging.

They are also employed in beach nourishment projects, where large volumes of sand need to be relocated to restore eroded coastlines. Additionally, these dredgers are useful in environmental remediation efforts, such as removing contaminated sediments from water bodies to improve water quality. These dredgers are designed to handle loose and soft materials such as sand, gravel, and silt. Amphibious excavators, sometimes called marsh buggies, are another type of mechanical dredge.

With their increased size, ships need improved navigation channels to enter and leave ports efficiently, quickly, and safely. However, few rivers or harbors are naturally deep. Therefore, they require underwater excavation or "dredging." After the initial excavation establishes a channel, periodic or "maintenance" dredging must be done to keep that channel clear and safe for navigation. For more information, please visit our site https://www.Pacificmaritimegroup.com/

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The Ever Given Incident: How the Suez Canal Blockage Shaped Global Trade

The Suez Canal, a man-made waterway in Egypt, is one of the world's most critical trade routes. Connecting the Mediterranean Sea to the Red Sea, it enables ships to bypass the longer, arduous journey around the southern tip of Africa. Since its inauguration in 1869, the canal has been a cornerstone of global commerce, facilitating nearly 12% of the world’s trade.

However, in March 2021, this vital artery of international trade was brought to a standstill by an unprecedented incident involving the "Ever Given", a massive container ship.

The Ever Given Incident: What Happened?

On March 23, 2021, the "Ever Given", a 400-meter-long container ship operated by Evergreen Marine, ran aground while navigating through the Suez Canal. Strong winds and a sandstorm reduced visibility, causing the vessel to veer off course and wedge itself diagonally across the canal. The ship’s bow and stern lodged in the canal's banks, the canal was completely blocked.

The blockage had immediate and far-reaching consequences. Hundreds of ships, carrying goods ranging from oil to livestock, were stranded on both sides of the canal. This disruption delayed billions of dollars' worth of trade daily and highlighted the fragility of global supply chains.

Efforts to Free the Vessel

For six grueling days, teams of engineers and salvage experts worked tirelessly to dislodge the "Ever Given". Using a combination of dredgers, tugboats, and excavators, they removed thousands of cubic meters of sand and mud to free the ship's bow. Finally on March 29, 2021, the ship was refloated and the canal was reopened to traffic.

The successful operation was celebrated worldwide, but it also prompted discussions about improving the resilience of global shipping routes and the Suez Canal itself.

Lessons Learned and Lasting Impact

The "Ever Given" incident underscored the importance of the Suez Canal and the vulnerabilities of global trade networks. In response, Egypt has since initiated expansion projects to widen and deepen parts of the canal, aiming to prevent similar incidents in the future.

Moreover, the event highlighted the need for diversification in shipping routes and better risk management strategies. For businesses, it was a stark reminder of the interconnected nature of global commerce.

Conclusion

The "Ever Given" incident in the Suez Canal was a dramatic event that showcased both the challenges and the resilience of global trade. While the blockage caused significant disruptions, it also spurred improvements that will ensure the canal remains a vital link in the global economy for generations to come.

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How Beach Dredge Suppliers Contribute To Local Economies And Tourism?

Beach dredge suppliers significantly contribute to local economies by enhancing the attractiveness and functionality of coastal areas, which are often key tourist destinations. The preservation and restoration of beaches ensure that they remain appealing to visitors, fostering tourism-related activities such as swimming, sunbathing, fishing, and water sports.

Collaborating With A Beach Dredge Supplier For Successful Environmental Projects

Collaboration with a beach dredge supplier is essential for the success of environmental projects aimed at restoring and preserving coastal ecosystems. These suppliers bring not only expertise and equipment but also a deep understanding of the ecological dynamics that govern beach environments. Effective collaboration begins with clear communication between stakeholders, including local governments, environmental agencies, and community organizations, to establish project goals and objectives.

Understanding The Equipment Used By Beach Dredge Suppliers In Coastal Projects

Understanding the equipment used by beach dredge suppliers is crucial for comprehending the intricacies of coastal projects. These suppliers employ a diverse array of specialized machinery designed for dredging and beach replenishment tasks. Key equipment includes cutter suction dredgers, which are highly efficient for excavating sediment from the seabed and transporting it to shore. These dredgers use a rotating cutter head to break up material, allowing it to be sucked into a pipeline for relocation.

The Future Of Coastal Engineering: Insights From Leading Beach Dredge Suppliers

The future of coastal engineering is poised for transformation, driven by advancements in technology and an increasing awareness of environmental sustainability. Insights from leading beach dredge suppliers reveal that the industry is evolving to meet the challenges posed by climate change, urban development, and ecosystem preservation. One significant trend is the integration of smart technologies into dredging operations.

Evaluating The Cost-Effectiveness Of Hiring A Beach Dredge Supplier

Evaluating the cost-effectiveness of hiring a beach dredge supplier is a critical aspect of project planning for coastal restoration and maintenance. While the upfront costs associated with dredging projects may seem significant, a comprehensive analysis reveals that the long-term benefits often outweigh the initial expenditures. Beach dredge suppliers provide specialized equipment and expertise that can significantly enhance the efficiency and effectiveness of coastal projects.

Key Factors To Consider When Hiring A Beach Dredge Supplier For Your Project

When hiring a beach dredge supplier for a coastal project, several key factors must be considered to ensure a successful collaboration. First and foremost, experience and expertise in coastal engineering should be at the top of the checklist. Suppliers with a proven track record in similar projects bring invaluable knowledge of the unique challenges associated with beach dredging, including sediment management.

Innovative Solutions Provided By Beach Dredge Suppliers For Coastal Challenges

Beach dredge suppliers are at the forefront of developing innovative solutions to address the myriad challenges faced by coastal communities. As climate change exacerbates issues like coastal erosion, flooding, and habitat degradation, these suppliers are leveraging their expertise to create sustainable and effective responses. One innovative approach involves the use of sand nourishment techniques.

Choosing The Right Beach Dredge Supplier For Your Coastal Development Needs

Choosing the right beach dredge supplier for coastal development needs is a pivotal decision that can significantly influence the outcome of a project. Stakeholders should begin by conducting thorough research to identify suppliers with a strong reputation and experience in coastal dredging. Online reviews, case studies, and referrals from previous clients can provide valuable insights into a supplier's capabilities and reliability.

Conclusion

Beach dredge supplier play a vital role in the sustainable management and development of coastal environments. Their contributions extend beyond the technical aspects of dredging; they are instrumental in fostering economic vitality, enhancing tourism, and protecting delicate ecosystems. Through collaborative efforts, innovative solutions, and a commitment to environmental stewardship, these suppliers are helping coastal communities adapt to the challenges posed by climate change and urbanization.

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The Hebble Sand

Plein air painting of a rusty old dredger boat docked at Drogheda Port in Co. Louth called the Hebble Sand. Read the full article

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Top Benefits Of Diesel Dredging Equipment For Effective Sediment Removal

Diesel dredging equipment offers numerous advantages for effective sediment removal, primarily due to its robust power and reliability. These machines are equipped with high-performance diesel engines that provide the necessary thrust to tackle large volumes of sediment quickly and efficiently. The strength of diesel engines ensures that even the most challenging dredging tasks, such as removing dense silt and clay, are handled with ease. Additionally, diesel dredging equipment can operate in various conditions, including deep and shallow waters, making it versatile for different dredging projects. The increased efficiency and power of diesel engines also translate into faster project completion times, which can significantly reduce operational costs and improve overall productivity.

How Diesel Dredging Equipment Revolutionizes Modern Dredging Operations?

Diesel dredging equipment has revolutionized modern dredging operations through its advancements in technology and design. Contemporary diesel dredgers are equipped with state-of-the-art engines and hydraulic systems that enhance their performance and efficiency. These advancements allow for greater precision in sediment removal and better handling of complex dredging environments. Diesel dredgers now feature improved fuel efficiency, reduced emissions, and enhanced maneuverability, making them more environmentally friendly and cost-effective. The integration of advanced technology, such as GPS and automated systems, further optimizes dredging operations by providing real-time data and enabling more accurate dredging processes. Overall, these innovations have made diesel dredging equipment a cornerstone of modern dredging practices.

The Essential Guide To Choosing The Right Diesel Dredging Equipment

Selecting the right diesel dredging equipment requires careful consideration of several key factors to ensure it meets your specific needs. First, assess the size and capacity of the dredger to match the scale of your project. Larger projects may require high-capacity dredgers with more powerful engines, while smaller tasks might be efficiently managed with compact models. Consider the dredger’s operating depth and its suitability for the type of sediment you need to remove, whether it’s sand, silt, or clay. Additionally, evaluate the equipment’s fuel efficiency, maintenance requirements, and overall reliability. Consulting with experts and reviewing manufacturer specifications can help you make an informed decision and select the most appropriate diesel dredging equipment for your project.

Why Diesel Dredging Equipment Is A Game Changer For Heavy-Duty Dredging?

Diesel dredging equipment is a game changer for heavy-duty dredging due to its exceptional power and durability. Designed to handle the most demanding dredging tasks, these machines are equipped with high-torque diesel engines that can efficiently process large volumes of tough sediment. The robustness of diesel engines allows for continuous operation in challenging conditions, such as deep water or high-density materials. This capability significantly reduces downtime and increases productivity. Furthermore, diesel dredging equipment is often built with reinforced components and advanced hydraulic systems, providing added strength and reliability. As a result, diesel dredgers are ideal for large-scale projects that require both power and endurance.

Maintenance Tips For Optimal Performance Of Diesel Dredging Equipment

To ensure optimal performance and longevity of diesel dredging equipment, regular maintenance is crucial. Start with routine engine checks, including monitoring oil levels and replacing filters as needed. Inspect hydraulic systems for leaks or wear, and address any issues promptly to prevent costly repairs. Cleaning and servicing the dredging components, such as pumps and hoses, will help maintain their efficiency and prevent blockages. Regularly check and tighten all mechanical parts, including bolts and belts, to avoid operational failures. Additionally, following the manufacturer’s maintenance schedule and using high-quality lubricants and parts will enhance the equipment’s performance and reliability. Proper maintenance not only extends the life of the equipment but also ensures its optimal operation during dredging tasks.

Environmental Impact Of Diesel Dredging Equipment: What You Need To Know?

The environmental impact of diesel dredging equipment is a significant consideration in its usage. Diesel engines emit pollutants, such as nitrogen oxides (NOx) and particulate matter, which can contribute to air and water pollution. These emissions may affect local ecosystems and water quality. Additionally, the dredging process itself can disrupt aquatic habitats and sediment layers. To mitigate these impacts, it’s important to use diesel dredging equipment that complies with environmental regulations and standards. Employing best practices, such as using cleaner fuels and implementing effective waste management strategies, can help reduce the environmental footprint. Regular maintenance of the equipment also ensures efficient fuel use and minimizes emissions. Being aware of and addressing these environmental concerns is crucial for sustainable dredging practices.

Cost Analysis: Is Diesel Dredging Equipment Worth The Investment?

When evaluating whether diesel dredging equipment is worth the investment, it’s essential to consider both upfront costs and long-term benefits. Diesel dredgers generally have a higher initial cost compared to other types of dredging equipment, but their durability and efficiency often lead to lower operational costs over time. The power and reliability of diesel engines can result in faster project completion, reducing labor and operational expenses. Additionally, diesel dredgers’ ability to handle large volumes of sediment can improve productivity and return on investment. However, it’s important to factor in ongoing maintenance costs and fuel expenses. Performing a thorough cost-benefit analysis, including evaluating the equipment’s performance, efficiency, and lifespan, will help determine if diesel dredging equipment is a worthwhile investment for your specific needs.

Conclusion

Diesel dredging equipment offers significant benefits for sediment removal, modern dredging operations, and heavy-duty tasks due to its power, efficiency, and advancements in technology. Choosing the right equipment involves considering factors such as size, capacity, and maintenance requirements. While diesel dredgers come with environmental and cost considerations, their robust performance and durability make them a valuable asset for many dredging projects. Proper maintenance and adherence to environmental practices can enhance their benefits and sustainability. Ultimately, a careful evaluation of the equipment’s capabilities and your project’s needs will guide you in making an informed decision, ensuring that diesel dredging equipment meets your operational goals effectively.

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sand screening work by jet suction dredger

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Slice of Reality Greenwich Peninsula, London, 2015

RICHARD WILSON

Standing on the foreshore of the Thames, the work comprises of a sliced vertical section of an ocean going sand dredger. The original ship was reduced in length by 85%, leaving a vertical portion housing the ships habitable sections: bridge, poop, accommodation and engine room. The slicing of the vessel opened the structure, leaving it exposed to the effects of weather and tide.

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