Pier8GulfLegends1

Yvette's ~*

this is what the MotherShip and Escort Craft looked like all
those years ago late in that hot, humid July night 34 miles
offshore in the Gulf ~*
the night suddenly got darker than dark........the stars weren't
twinkling in the sky.........the phosphorescence wasn't
shimmering in the water and the moon was blotted out by a
bulging, brewing, skyscrapper cloud which had just
appeared out of nowhere as if a Hex had been cast by some
Evil, Salty SeaWitch.........
yes, everything got dark, quiet and motionless........
then came the smell.........the motionless air was suddenly
laden with a pungent odor that smelled like brass
burning........
dark, quiet, motionless and smelly was the maritime world in
which I found myself.........
it was at this moment of deepest, darkest, quietest, stillest,
smelliest suspense that quick as a flick of the switch all hell
broke loose !!
there was an earsplitting crackling noise which started
somewhere off in the distance and rapidly moved in my
direction until it reached its zenith in the darkness directly
above..........I thought the earth was tearing apart at the
seams ..........with that hideous racket as a warning, the
MotherShip was suddenly right in the middle of the huge
Thunderhead cumulonimbus storm cloud.......
the top of the leviathan storm cloud itself reached all the way
up into the stratosphere........... it was so tall and high and
huge.....it looked like a floating mountain and it was ripped
all over with powerful bright bolts of fantastically colored
electricity......and in all that varying color, the humongous
cloud glowed with a golden inner light.........something
inside the cloud was glowing gold........radiating like highly
polished gold sparkling in the glare of the summer sun......I
mean these clouds were tall and dense and were making
some intense weather, only it wasn't weather.......there was
something else causing this atmospheric
disturbance.............there was a sensation of instability in the
air........you could feel its icy, bony fingers creeping along
the back of your neck.........Chicken Little would not have
been wrong on this night.....
and no it wasn't caused by any natural weather phenomenon
.........whatever was causing this turbulence was a thing of a
different sort.....something turbo driven and with a definite
purpose....... the seas were getting ruff......big choppy waves
started coming toward my boat........3 feet, then 4 feet, then 5
feet, steep and real choppy on top.... the smaller Escort Craft
began to appear and they were zooming in and out of the
storm and lightening bolts of every color were everywhere,
but I could tell it wasn't a storm......I could tell it was a
machine because there was a constant, rhythmic rumbling
which sounded like a thousand locomotives .........like a
giant, drumming, engine sound ~*
it was repetitive............it kept repeating the same continuous
cyclic droning sound over and over and over........the loud
thunderous rhythm never stopped..........it got louder and
louder until the Thunderstorm and MotherShip moved into
position about a quarter mile off my starboard.........
this fearful, dreadful instrument just hovered in
nerve~wracking close proximity over that one spot on the
surface of the Gulf accompanied by that overpowering
pounding repeating pattern of thundering noise..........
it sounded like drums..........it sounded like amplified, giant
war drums banging loud and strong and hard and never
missing a beat........
the decibels were deafening.....it wasn't anything like
Cocoon where everything is gentle and peaceful and there
are dolphins gathering round.........this thing was raising hell
and there weren't any dolphins or any other sea creatures
gathering...........right before my color bottom machine shut
down I could see that the reef where I was anchored was
devoid of any movement or activity whatsoever.........there
were no fish at all......normally fish are swarming all over a
reef and there had been lots of fish just a moment before
that Storm with the tremendous MotherShip in it
appeared........the reef was there, but the fish were
gone..........in a hundred and sixty five feet of water on a
living reef not one single fish.........whatever that thing in the
sky was it had created a Dead Zone in the Gulf all around
me..........then my Furuno fishfinder went blank.......my radar,
my radio, my battery powered lantern..........all my electronics
went dead like everything else..........
the volume of the noise felt like it was sucking the air out of
my lungs.......I'm telling you, this freakish thing was
loud........it rattled my brains around in my skull........it jolted
the Gulf with sound explosions and reverberations.........the
whole sea was shaking.........it felt like there was an
earthquake in the Gulf..........a Gulf Quake....... .....it sounded
like artillery on a firing range..........the bone busting booms
sounded like a great battle being fought.......the relentless
hammering gyrations sounded like legions of massive
cannons firing volley after volley and they were in perfect
time and syncopation...........
it was a mechanized machine sound...........
storms don't sound like that.....storms don't sound like
machines......
the Machine Storm then moved lower into position over the
spot and hovered above the rising waves....storms don't do
that either.....storms don't move to a pinpoint location then
just hover in that one place........that's when I started
realizing what was really going on...........that's when I
started facing the reality of what I was seeing..... the
MotherShip...........and the Escort Craft flying all around the
MotherShip and in and out of the giant, heavy, high, tall
Thunderheads.....flying in and out of the storm at will.....
a dim, white colored beam shot out from underneath the
MotherShip right through the bottom of the giant
cloud............. but after it had shone upon the water for
moment, it started burning brighter........it started lighting up
the whole Gulf underneath the cloud........the Gulf water was
like jasper and emerald green color when that wide, pyramid
shaped beam hit it.......... the jasper sea started bubbling and
frothing and boiling..........
the MotherShip was using the pyramid beam to lift
something from the depths of the Gulf, and about the time
that whatever it was began to rise through the surface of the
green water, a Spider shaped Escort Craft flew right over my
head .....right over the top of my vessel...........it was followed
by a Star shaped Craft, then by a Snake shaped
Craft..........they all went right over my boat, past me about a
hundred yards, lined up in formation, then shot straight up
in the sky together.......they went ballistic out of sight,.... at
that moment I looked back at the MotherShip in the
Thunderstorm and that's when a long, narrow, wiggly laser
light flashed in my face.........it had several strands of thin
multi~colored light beams all mixed up in it and it came
straight out of the MotherShip........emanating right out of
the side of the huge Thunderstorm cloud, these radical
tendrils of light started dancing on my face...........my eyes
were getting sleepy and with blurring vision I could vaguely
see a round dome shaped object, dark in color and
glistening with a glossy, metallic sheen, rising out of the
surface of the green Gulf water...
it was huge too..........about the same diameter as the
MotherShip...............
the next thing I remember is waking up on the deck of my
boat............there had been choppy waves building to 3feet,
four feet, 5 feet, but when I awoke, the terrifying commotion
had vanished and the seas were calm.........the Gulf was calm
and quiet ...........the stars were twinkling in the sky
again........phosphorescence shimmered in the water and the
waxing gibbous moon was continuing its night~time trek
across the Zodiac..........it was as if nothing had
happened.........the StormCloud and the MotherShip and
Escort Craft were nowhere in sight.............
now the drawing/painting in these images is what the
MotherShip and Escort Craft looked like ~*