once the hoses were faked out and everyone was in their designated place, everyone fell silent. nothing left to do but wait and see what happens. the only sound for hundreds of miles was the ships sonar screaming its high pitched song. DOOOOO WEEEEEE DOOOOO. there is nothing more disturbing than that sound.
the tension clung to us like a wet blanket. everyone stood braced for the worst. the black dot on the horizon moved closer and got bigger until we were almost right upon it. it was then that we realised we were in no danger, because it wasn't a mine. it was a goat. a dead goat that had bloated into a perfect black sphere in the iranian sun. its legs were sticking straight into the air, and looked amazingly like contact points, from a distance.
we never let another goat slip upon us.