On January 11, a merchant ship spotted a gleaming flying object over the Caribbean Sea.
In broad daylight, it shone brightly enough to rival the sun. The visible sphere of light was the size of a truck, hovering several hundred meters in the air as though silently looking down at them.
"Captain, look! What is that?"
"Is there another sun in the sky?"
They could not look directly at it. The light was dazzling, though their sunglasses made it somewhat bearable. Even so, all they could make out was a ball of light.
Suddenly, the sphere dropped several hundred meters. In just two seconds, it had crossed the distance and arrived several dozen meters behind the merchant ship, silently following it.
More than a dozen seagulls chasing the ship scattered in panic. One flew in the wrong direction, straight toward the sphere. As soon as it came within roughly ten meters, it seemed to suffer some kind of mental shock, fainting and plunging into the sea.
"God!"
"It can move! It flew down!"
"Is... is that a UFO?"
Only then did they realize it was a UFO.
At first, the sphere had not moved, so they had not considered that possibility. They had assumed it was some weather phenomenon, or perhaps a halo caused by the refraction of sunlight and water vapor.
Only now did they realize the thing could fly. It had dropped from several hundred meters in the air to the sea surface in an instant, then kept pace behind their ship.
It was terrifying, especially after that seagull had fallen straight into the ocean when it got close.
It was aggressive! What did it want? What exactly was it? The dozen or so sailors aboard the merchant ship panicked. Some hurried to the bow, trying to get