#Submarine volcano

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

Hotel Transylvania 3: Summer Vacation (2018, Genndy Tartakovsky)

18/07/2024

[thecarmenstartist]

ooo somethings in the water

[thatsbelievable]

[fortheloveofwoolandmorehair]

Disaster, disaster and more disaster...

[avellanas-nutty-empire]

Marine biologists I need your help!!!!

I want to write a mermaid story but I need to do research in order to figure out all of the mechanics. Can anyone point me to great resources of info on underwater volcano ecosystems, and in particular the specific ways in which underwater volcanoes effect the ecosystems around them?

[thepastisalreadywritten]

Yet another phoenix-like island has risen from the volcanic ashes of the Ring of Fire — this time off the coast of Japan's Ogasawara Islands, a far-flung archipelago also known as the Bonin Islands.

The fresh new land mass in the Pacific Ocean is the youngest of all its neighbors and was born from an ongoing undersea volcanic eruption that began on October 21st.

Volcanologist Setsuya Nakada from the University of Tokyo told The Japan Times that the underwater volcanic eruption that formed the island started as a "vertical jet" of solidified magma that shot high above the waves.

After that, the eruption was sustained by relatively continuous bursts.

As all that debris fell back into the ocean as lava, mixed with a porous, low-density material called pumice, the mound of rock built until it was high enough to peek out of the depths like a periscope.

Come November 3, the undersea volcano had switched gears and was spewing mostly ash, says Nakada, who flew over the site on that day.

The young land mass sits in plain sight of Iwo Jima, an island about 1,200 kilometers (750 miles) south of Tokyo that currently has no permanent inhabitants.

This island was once the site of a famous battle between American and Japanese forces in World War II.

Its new neighbor lies just over a kilometer off the coast, and while the fresh pumice rock does not sit far above the water line, as of Friday, it stretched about two kilometers in diameter.

The only people who can admire the new view from Iwo Jima are those stationed at a Japanese Self-Defense Force base.

The eruption is currently ongoing, although it seems to have reached its peak and is somewhat calming down.

While the new land mass may grow slightly larger in the coming days, any pumice that isn't cemented down by lava flows would be eroded away, calling into question how much of the island could remain over time.

Nakada says submarine volcanic eruptions in this part of the world tend to only continue for a month or so.

While much is known of the active land-based volcanos that dot the Ring of Fire, an active zone that fringes the Pacific Ocean, far less is known of the vents and fissures that lie on the ocean floor.

Scientists estimate there are over a million submarine volcanoes around the world, but many of these are probably extinct.

Even those that are active often lie too deep to make above-water observations feasible.

In fact, one of the largest eruptions in the history of Japan was the result of an undersea eruption in 1924 – although the location of the volcano was inferred much later on.

Only in recent decades have scientists finally caught submarine volcanoes in action.

Watching islands form from these eruptions is even rarer, although it gives incredible insight into how many such islands in the Pacific, including the Hawaiian Islands, once formed, millions of years ago.

In 2015, for instance, a new island was formed in the South Pacific, creating an incredible living experiment for geologists, volcanologists, biologists, and ecologists to study.

In 2022, the island had already disappeared, destroyed by another eruption.

Who knows how long the new one in Japan will last.

"There is a possibility that the (new) island could merge with Iwo Jima if the eruption continues," Nakada told The Japan Times.

Only time will tell.

Source: Science Alert

硫黄島の沖で始まった噴火　島に軽石の丘が誕生

(Eruption begins off the coast of Iwo Jima, creating a pumice hill on the island.)

4 November 2023

[pressurizedfloe]

when it's dropped off at his home in the court of fontaine, there's a simple parcel wrapped in brown butcher paper with some heft to it -- and an envelope wedged under the twine that ties the bundle together. inside the envelope, crisp and neat cursive scrawls out a letter on a single piece of paper.

hello freminet, I hope this letter finds you well. though we are not acquainted with one another, it is my intention to ensure that no one goes without feeling cared for during the winter holiday season, and I was happy to find something for you that would hopefully meet your interests. within the attached parcel, you will find a traditional mondstadt cukcoo clock, customized to feature sea birds and seascapes instead of the usual woodland sparrows and finches that might accompany such a design. it currently functions just fine, but I asked the clockmaker to ensure it could be easily opened, taken apart, and reassembled by its owner, should any issues arise with it in the years to come. as I understand it, you are from fontaine, so this clock may be a tad more primitive than what is available in your nation; hopefully, the design itself makes up for the more old-fashioned approach of this gift. if you ever happen to find yourself in mondstadt, feel free to stop by dawn winery or angel's share for a drink on the house ( perhaps one of our craft juices, at a bare minimum? ). sincerely yours, diluc ragnvindr.

While it was the entire point of an exchange…Freminet hadn’t expected to receive anything. Perhaps it was foolish of him— he had no want for anything in particular…he didn’t feel as if he deserved anything— so something wrapped up so simply felt…right.

He reads the letter first. It spoils the surprise just a tad…but he doesn’t mind. His eyes widen as they take in the words on the page and a soft, shy smile spread across his lips. The description of the gift alone made him feel warm inside, as if he needed to throw himself into the freezing depths of the sea just to cool down.

The package is opened next, and it is everything he could have hoped for. “He said I could take it apart, too…” And while tempting, he decides to save that for later. Freminet was confident in his abilities to tinker with most things…but this was unlike what they had in Fontaine. Instead he simply turns it on and waits for the clock to chime, revealing the “sea bird”.

“It looks just like you, Pers…”

He hadn’t even expected to receive anything at all…and yet this gift felt so…perfect. Fontaine was his home, one he’s never left before, but…perhaps he would need to visit Mondstadt. Even just to thank him properly…it was the least he could do.

[phantomas99]

Mermay - Volcanic

[k1ngj0ve]

it sounds like Abigail broke up with him?

aortic desecration

with little to go on here im gonna assume she decided them getting together at the end of doomstar was a little rushed. hopefully this isnt her getting written out but ya never know D:

[bittertruthoflife]

Who is the real BOSS?

Are we behaving like humans ?

People doing robberies, murders, rapes and whatnot to get money or land or physical pleasure.

People on earth has came to a stage where people think they have to survive first and will think about others life later.

“You cannot survive without the support of people around you”.

"Stop criminal activities".

What will you get by killing or threatening someone?

Do you think you will be the BOSS, if you threaten or dominate someone and take his hard earned money or land ?

Have you heard the word Nature ?

Do you think you can withstand against nature ?

Have you ever thought what will be the feeling in your heart when you see a big wave from ocean coming towards you and you know that you will be dead in next minute?

Nature can destroy you and whole earth within a day.

If you ever feel you are the boss look at the below pictures of how wild nature is:

It can go from Calm of "0" to Wildness of "100" within minutes and will destroy all you got before you blink your eyes.

Live example of how Nature dominates when it wants is, 5 billionares went missing under ocean when they went to see the sunk Titanic Ship. Now govt is saying getting their body is very hard now. That is what we are in front of nature.

Try to be kind to other beings, try to help when it is needed.

Try to protect nature as much as possible so that it will protect you always.

"Live and let Live" is the only thing which can help Humans".

[claudinedaussyart]

EMBRASSER LE FEU ET L'EAU

[randominfinitecraftwoot]

Eruption + Submarine = Volcano

[mizelaneus]

https://www.washingtonpost.com/science/interactive/2023/hunga-tonga-submarine-volcano-eruption/

THE DAY AN UNDERWATER VOLCANO ALMOST WIPED OUT A NATION

[mplanetleaf]

సముద్రంలో అగ్ని పర్వతాలకీ ప్రళయ కాలానికీ సంబంధం ఏంటి? Submarine Volcanoes

[keferon]

Eh okay so. My brain is absolutely cooked so you will probably just have to ignore the linguistic fuckups

Jazz and Prowl learning to communicate because language barrier is a thing >:D

Previous part

Jazz sometimes thinks that somewhere along his career path he lost the bar separating normal from...well...everything else.

After all he's seen, heard about, and done, he's not sure exactly how to measure what's weird and what's normal. He has..the general idea.

His own. And it's so convoluted and fucked up that he'd rather jump into a volcano than try to explain it to anyone else. Jazz thinks the little colorful aliens around him are weird as hell. He thinks they sound weird, he thinks they look weird, and he thinks he must be going crazy.

And then this big black and white robot catches his eye and Jazz's first thought is not "what the fuck??"

His first thought is

"Thank God! Someone's normal!"

Whoever this guy is, he sounds like he knows what he's doing. And most importantly, he looks just like Jazz. Well, not exactly. But close enough. After all, Jazz knows that his organization wasn't the only mech maker on the entire planet. Other countries were making Mechs too, and Jazz hadn't seen even half of them.

But he can recognize a giant robot when he sees one, okay?

The thought that another mech could be an alien doesn't even enter his mind.

So used to the constant presence of huge piloted robots around him, he looks at this one and clings to its appearance as something familiar and easily explainable. His brain says, we know how this works. There's a robot and inside the robot there's another person. It's the way it's always been. The sky is blue, the grass is green and the robots are human-piloted. It's that simple.

The guy takes him to the far corner of the room and says something. Jazz…doesn't understand..

The mech's face contorts in a surprisingly believable display of concentration. How...who built this robot? How could they make it frown?

He hears something else being said to him but again can't understand a word. Why won't this pilot get out of the mech to talk to him? Jazz doesn't have his communication frequency but surely they could at least shake hands. There must be some reason. Maybe something wrong with the air? Is it dangerous to be outside? This guy should know better, he's been here longer than Jazz, it seems.

(Damn it, whose idea was it to make a mech with a face, it's so distracting)

He rushes to activate the external speakers, because he and this guy obviously speak different languages, but it never hurts to try, right?

"So uh, I don't think you can understand English?"

Mech frowns again, trying to pick up on something familiar in a language that's apparently new to him. But finds nothing. Jazz lowers his horns sadly.

Oh well. Fuck. As if being stuck in an unknown place with unknown creatures wasn't enough, he can't even talk to anyone! How is he supposed to get out of here? Which way should he even go?

The mech waves his hand to get his attention and then pulls out a tablet and a stylus from..where ?

Jazz somehow manages to overlook the fact that the tablet is made to fit the mech's size. His head is still feels a bit…off..after that portal thingie.

"Charades it is then."

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An hour and a half later, Jazz finds himself staring intensely at the screen in front of him with a surprisingly neatly drawn chart on it.

"So uh. Motion."

The other guy nods and starts drawing a walking mech. Then something that looks like a very unusual car. Then a submarine. Jazz gets a little lost looking at how skillful he is with the stylus.

Honestly, he's a good artist!

The guy points to the sketch of a walking mech and says

" Motion."

Then points to the drawing of a car driving and the columns of the chart.

"Motion-rotation" he points to the car again.

That must mean "driving" huh? Jazz nods understandingly.

Mech moves his finger to the submarine.

"Motion-Water."

Ah, it must mean swimming. Jazz nods once more, feeling like a wind-up dummy repeating the same motion a dozen times.

The mech makes a quiet humming noise and then points to the chart

"Motion. Sky."

And then gives Jazz the stylus?

Uh, what is he... Oh, he wants Jazz to figure out what it means.

"Motion" and "sky," right?

Jazz takes the stylus? Pencil? Thingie.. and very carefully draws out a crooked scribble of something only remotely resembling an airplane. The mech arches an eyebrow and looks like he wants to laugh.

Jazz shrugs awkwardly and tries to add windows to the airplane, but ends up making it look more like a severely fucked up caterpillar.

Mech snorts.

Jazz kicks him in the leg.

The airplane begs for a merciful death.

Jazz didn't really expect to get into a language class but he has to admit that whatever language he's learning now is a surprisingly easy one. It only took the other dude half an hour to show him the basic concept and from there it became a game of associations.

There were simple definitions. Like size, quantity, speed, emotion and so on.

There were signs that automatically turned the whole sentence into a question or a statement.

There were modifiers that Jazz defined in his head as positive and negative.

Positive speed - fast.

Positive size - large.

Positive direction - forward.

Positive time - future.

There were also basic words for senses, emotions and whatnot, also with modifiers.

Mouth-positive - to speak

Brain-positive - to think, but negative-brain-do-positive - to learn.

Huh.

And it's so neatly organized that Jazz wondered if this language was designed specifically to be easy to learn.

Let's see....

Mouth - positive, effort - negative.

"Easy to speak."

The guy nods contentedly and starts talking back, while pointing to the appropriate columns of the chart to make it easier for Jazz to understand.

"Creation-positive. Purpose. Person-negative-knowledge. memory-positive-effort-negative."

Jazz frowns, concentrating on his finger.

Oh. Created. For those who don't know it. Easy to learn.

He was right. The whole thing is waaaay too awkward to write poetry but learning it is a delight.

Jazz leans over the chart.

All right, well, let's see.

“Name. You. Question?”

The other guy smiles and pokes at the chart

"Me.Motion-sound-negative.Negative-eyes-positive-someone."

Walk quietly. searching?… Sneaking?

Oh, it's not "to sneak" it's "to prowl"

"Prowl" nods affirmatively. Jazz smiles at him and looks at the chart again. Okay. How to say “music”?..

“word-knowledge-negative.”

He stops to make a gesture with his hands, as if playing an invisible piano while humming a tune.

Prowl nods

“Sound-positive-positive-hearing.”

Jazz chuckles

“A whole two positives eh? Okay then. Uh. You don't look like you listen to jazz....so..”

“Me. Name. Sound-positive-positive-listening.”

Prowl raises his eyebrows. (Jazz is jealous, he wishes he had eyebrows too.)

“You're a musician?"

Jazz quickly shakes his head while simultaneously muting the outside speakers to a barely audible level and turning on one of the songs on his playlist.

Prowl twitches in surprise when he hears the melody.

Jazz waits for the intro to finish playing and then points to himself

“Creation-negative..uh..Sound-positive-positive-hearing. Jazz. This...”

He pats himself lightly on the chest.

"..is me. Jazz."

Prowl straightens up slightly

“Oh, you're not a musician, you're the music.”

Jazz nods cheerfully

“Yes yes!”

“Jaaz?”

“No no. Jazz.”

“Ah. Jazz?”

“That's right.”

Prowl draws a portal on the screen.

“You teleported here. What happened?”

Jazz hangs back, trying to construct an answer in his head. Good thing Prowl seems to have infinite patience

“So, I uh. What was 'fight'? Movement-pain-positive? I fought these things...”

He takes the tablet from Prowl and draws a crooked blot with a bunch of tentacles on it. Then thinks for a bit and adds big teeth and a lot of eyes. He's not really sure how to draw those eyes properly, so he just scatters them randomly around the monster area.

Prowl doesn't seem to be that amused by Jazz's drawings anymore, in fact, he suddenly becomes very somber.

“Quintessons.”

He pokes at the monster

“Name-Quintessons. Number-question.”

How many?

Jazz scratches the back of his head

“So uh...a lot?....number-positive-positive-positive-positive-positi...you get the idea.”

To be convincing, he dramatically spreads his arms out to the sides depicting something very large.

Prowl looks alarmed.

And unconvinced.

“How did you survive?”

Jazz laughs pretentiously

“Ask them how they survived.”

Prowl makes the “you can't be serious” face. Jazz isn't quite sure what exactly is confusing him. Mechs are designed to kill Quintessons, aren't they? Judging by his movements, this pilot must be damn good at controlling his mech, and that kind of guys usually fight on the front lines.

He decides to put that thought aside for later. There are more important things right now, like...oh shit, where is he even going??

Jazz leans over the chart again

“Uh. Right. Question-we-move-up-place” Man, how to specify... “Knowledge-negative?”

Prowl, linguistic gods bless him, understands him and starts gesturing over the chart in response

Okay. Ah. I-move-up. Planet-creation-positive.

'I'm heading home' or 'my home planet'.”

Jazz instantly perks up.

“Oh that's great, I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to go there too.”

Prowl is speaking in a language he's unfamiliar with, so he's definitely from another country, but hey, who cares as long as it's on Earth, right? He just needs to get there and he'll find his own way from there.

He watches the space debris flicker by outside the window. Even the stars are unfamiliar, Jazz can't find any constellations he knows.

One of the little purple creatures says something and Prowl steps aside to chat with them. Jazz leans back and settles into a more or less stable position. Then does the same thing, but with his real, human body. Hell, his head still feels really fucking weird after that teleportation.

He opens the comm channel and just listens to the static for a couple minutes in the faint hope that the engineering department will find a way to contact him.

Nothing.

He sighs.

“1061 on the com. In case there's any way you can hear me...ah shit. You guys won't believe what happened...”

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