@ Gunilla: Hi Gunilla, the 2 pics are just to illustrate the problem, there will be fog for sure, it’s an important element of the scene. Now I just try to grt the best of both…thank’s for your good wishes:) …
@ dvelasco: Hey Diego, your suggestions are very interesting, thank’s for your support!
@ Eumel: Thank’s for taking another look at my endless testings and for the great support. I hurry up to show the results soon…:wavey:
@ Lemog: Sorry Laurent, I wanted to post the story’s end as bedtime sweets for you, but now here is comes…
The quotes are from the short story “The Foghorn” by Ray Bradbury. I hope I’m not breaching any copyright with this quotes…if anybody thinks so, I put it away at once…
In the picture we see the situation that Flossy - the monster - had come to the surface from deep down the sea, swimming around the island for a while, watched by the lighthouse keeper and his colleague…
"…The Fog Horn blew. And the monster answered. A cry came across a million years of water and mist. A cry so anguished and alone that it shuddered in my head and my body. The monster cried out at the tower. The Fog Horn blew. The monster roared again. The Fog Horn blew. The monster opened its great toothed mouth and the sound that came from it was the sound of the Fog Horn itself. Lonely and vast and far away. The sound of isolation, a viewless sea, a cold night, apartness. That was the sound…
I saw it all, I knew it all–the million years of waiting alone, for someone to come back who never came back. The million years of isolation at the bottom of the sea, the insanity of time there, while the skies cleared of reptile-birds, the swamps dried on the continental lands, the sloths and sabre-tooths had their day and sank in tar pits, and men ran like white ants upon the hills…"
After watching this for a long time the lighthouse keeper decided to switch the foghorn off…
"…The ensuing minute of silence was so intense that we could hear our hearts pounding in the glassed area of the tower, could hear the slow greased turn of the light.
The monster stopped and froze. Its great lantern eyes blinked. Its mouth gaped. It gave a sort of rumble, like a volcano. It twitched its head this way and that, as if to seek the sounds now dwindled off into the fog. It peered at the lighthouse. It rumbled again. Then its eyes caught fire. It reared up, threshed the water, and rushed at the tower, its eyes filled with angry torment…
…the monster was rearing up. I had a glimpse of its gigantic paws, fish-skin glittering in webs between the finger-like projections, clawing at the tower. The huge eye on the right side of its anguished head glit tered before me like a cauldron into which I might drop, screaming. The tower shook. The Fog Horn cried; the monster cried. It seized the tower and gnashed at the glass, which shattered in upon us…The monster crashed upon the tower. The tower fell. We knelt together, McDunn and I, holding tight, while our world exploded.
Then it was over, and there was nothing but darkness and the wash of the sea on the raw stones.
That and the other sound.
“Listen,” said McDunn quietly. “Listen.”
We waited a moment. And then I began to hear it. First a great vacuumed sucking of air, and then the lament, the bewilderment, the loneliness ofthe great monster, folded over and upon us, above us, so that the sickening reek of its body filled the air, a stone’s thickness away from our cellar.
The monster gasped and cried. The tower was gone. The light was gone. The thing that had called to it across a million years was gone. And the monster was opening its mouth and sending out great sounds. The sounds of a Fog Horn, again and again. And ships far at sea, not finding the light, not seeing anything, but passing and hearing late that night, must’ve thought: There it is, the lonely sound, the Lonesome Bay horn. All’s well. We’ve rounded the cape.
And so it went for the rest of that night."
The next morning the sea was calm, the monster has gone back in the deep sea…and was never seen again…but it is still waiting…
-sabrina
I like the evening mood and the wet feel on the creature looks more enhanced finally it is your choice 
and you Flossy goes very well with it… my morningcoffee taste a bit salty now… wipe the tears haha…