Anonymous ID: 089d43 May 22, 2018, 2:10 a.m. No.1503577   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>3586

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"I was just lifting the binoculars of

f my chest when I saw it. The giant

saucer shape plunged out of the clouds, tumbled, and, pushing the water before it, opened up a hole in the ocean and disappeared from view. It was incredible. This time I had seen it with my naked eyes, and its size in comparison with the total view was nothing short of astounding. Ensign Hall stood in shock, his binoculars in his hands, his mouth open. Geronimo yelled, "Holy shit! What the โ€” hey! did you guys see that?" Ensign Ball turned, and looking right at me with the most incredulous look on his face,

said in a low voice, "This had to happen on my watch!" He turned, quickly pressing the override on the IMC and yelled, "Captain to the bridge, Captain to the bridge." As an after thought he pressed the switch again and yelled, "Somebody get a camera up here."

The Captain surged up the ladder with the quartermaster on his heels. Chief Quartermaster Quintero had the ship's 35-mm camera slung around his neck. The Captain stood patiently while Ensign Ball tried to describe

what he had seen. He glanced at us and we both nodded in affirmation. That was enough for the Captain. He called sonar, who during the excite-ment had reported contact underwater at the same bearing. The Captain

announced into the 1MC, "This is the Captain. I have the conn." The reply came back instantly from the helm, "Aye, Aye sir." I knew that the helms-man was passing the word in the control room that the Captain had personally taken control of the boat. I also knew that rumors were probably flying through the vessel.

The Captain called down and ordered someone to closely monitor the radar. His command was instantly acknowledged. As

the five of us stood gazing out over the sea the same ship

or one exactly like it rose slowly,

turned in the air, tilted at an angl

e and then vanished. I saw the Chief snapping pictures out of the corner of my eye.

This time I had three images from

which to draw conclusions. It was

a metal machine, of that there was no doubt whatsoever. It

was intelligently controlled, of that I was equally sure. It was a dull color, kind of like pewter. There were no lights. There was no glow. I thought I had seen a row of what looked like portholes, but could not be certain. Radar reported contact at the same bearing and gave us a range of 3 nautical miles. The range was right on, as the craft had moved toward the general direction that we were headed. We watched repeatedly as the strange craft reentered the water and then subsequently rose into the clouds over and over again until finally we knew that it was gone for good. The episode lasted about 10 minutes