Like all good sea stories, this one starts on a dark night, aboard a big ship, hundreds

of miles out to sea.

John Brienne, the captain of an oil tanker called the SS Lima and his wife Brenda were standing

up on the deck.

He was such a lovely evening.

We were actually just taking some time out, chatting with the officer of the watch and

just enjoying what was a particularly calm night and there was no moon.

I remember that, but it was lovely.

The Lima was sailing south through the Arabian Sea.

There was no land in sight, just glassy water, rippling softly in every direction, all

on a dark and moonless night.

And that is when one of the officers spotted something on the horizon.

The ship was sailing towards a strange, bluish, whitish glow, emanating up from the surface

of the water.

The horizon was getting brighter.

Once the police went to enter this area and it was just from the horizon to the horizon.

John had been a sea captain for more than a decade.

He had sailed around the world multiple times.

He weathered major storms.

He'd even motored over the face of a tsunami swell.

But Captain John Brienne had never seen anything like this.

It was bright, I mean, it lit things up.

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