Nyheten som ble sluppet i går ettermiddag er så spesiell at vi ved første gjennomlesning avskrev det hele som simpelt oppspinn.

Men ettersom kilden for historien er det respekterte og anerkjente mediehuset BBC, valgte vi å lese én gang til — og historien er nesten for utrolig til å være sann:

Til sammen seks store krigsskip fra 2. verdenskrig har rett og slett forsvunnet.

Skipene det er snakk om er tre nederlandske krigsskip, og tre britiske krigsskip i forskjellige størrelse.

Og det er ikke småbåter det er snakk om her, men store skip som HMS Exeter på over 525 fot, og destroyeren HMS Electra på knappe 300 fot.

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Skipene ble senket i kampene med japansk marine eller av undervannsminer under 2. verdenskrigs herjinger i stillehavsområdene, kjent som Battle of Java i 1942.

Flere tusen seilere mistet livet.

Forsvinningen blir i tillegg tatt ekstra alvorlig ettersom skipene regnes som krigsgraver — steder som normalt ikke skal besøkes eller forstyrres. Forsvinningen ble først oppdaget da en ekspedisjon dro til gravstedet for å dokumentere skipsvrakene i forbindelse med 75-års-markeringen for sjøslaget utenfor Java.

Da ekspedisjonen kom til stedet må de ha blitt forundret, for ingen av de enorme slagskipene var å finne.

Ekspedisjonen hadde med seg teknisk utstyr til å gjøre 3D-scanninger av havbunnen, og på bildene ses tydelige fordypninger i sjøbunnen der skipene har ligget uforstyrret — frem til nylig.

I denne fordypningen på havbunnen har krigsskipet HMS Exeter ligget i mer enn 70 år. Nå er skipet borte.

Nå er det store spørsmålet alle stiller seg: Hva har skjedd med skipene?

Mysteriet har skapt store overskrifter i nederlandske aviser, og den britiske avisen The Guardian har en opplysende og gode artikkel om hendelsen.

Er det øglemenneskene som nå forbereder Trump-dynastiet som står bak dette?

Er Cthulhu på ferde?

Trolig ikke.

Mest sannsynlig har lokale skraphandlere sett sitt snitt til å få tak i billig stål ved å bryte opp vraket i mindre deler, men inntil videre er dette kun en teori …

Erfarne eksperter sier til BBC at å fjerne eller heve så store fartøyer vil ta flere måneder, kanskje år.

Representanter for et nederlandsk redningsselskap sier at de tror det rett og slett ikke er mulig å hente opp så store vrak ettersom de ligger for dypt i vannet.

Mysteriet fortsetter …

Alt dette er selvfølgelig spennende å lese om fra sofakroken (lesesalen), men husk at alle disse skipene ikke gikk ned frivillig.

I teksten nedenfor kan du lese øyenvitneskildringen fra løytnant George Cooper som var ombord i HMS Exeter da skipet gikk ned:

For some unaccountable reason it was considered at headquarters that our best means of escape lay through the Sunda Strait to the westward, whereas the chances of doing this successfully were very remote in such enclosed waters. It would have seemed wiser to get away to the eastward towards Australia, as a chase in this direction would have drawn the enemy away from his fuelling bases, which he could not easily afford.

The following morning, Sunday, March lst, 1942, at 7.30, we sighted the topmasts of two Japanese heavy cruisers and turned south until they were out of sight, when we resumed our westward course. At 9.30, we sighted them again to starboard with a large destroyer, and shortly afterwards two smaller cruisers with five destroyers appeared on the port side. We turned to the eastward with our escorting destroyers, the British Encounter and the American Pope, to put the enemy astern.

For two hours we had a running fight with them. They straddled us many times but never hit us until at 11.30 one shell penetrated the boiler room. It was a shot in a million as it cut our one remaining main steam pipe.

The ship just came to a stop in all departments. The main engines stopped through lack of steam. The dynamos stopped. The turrets were motionless on different bearings. The steering failed. The inside became full of smoke as escaping oil fuel in the forward boiler room burst into flames. There was nothing we could do except sink her.

So the magazine valves were opened. The condenser inlets were allowed to flood the engine room, and watertight doors usually kept closed were opened. A pretty good inferno was going on down below as the fire spread. She started to list slightly to port, pouring black smoke out of her funnels. I thought she looked defiant, like a stag at bay. Men were cutting down carley floats and flotanets, casting timber adrift, turning out boats.

The Japanese were starting to hit us now as the range closed in. The after superstructure caught fire and the whine of projectiles sounded like the Ride of the Valkyries. She was getting lower in the water and heeling more. The inside had been completely evacuated; no one could live down there. At the bottom of the ladder leading to the upper deck were a lot of people, all quite calm. She was very nearly stopped, and men were leaving in dribs and drabs. As they went they drifted away astern. Then I climbed over the side and jumped into the water.

A little later, a destroyer closing on the starboard beam fired a torpedo. It was a good shot as it hit her right amidships. The old dear shuddered a bit. She seemed to shake herself from bow to stern. She must have had very little positive buoyancy left as she went right over to starboard until her funnels and masts were horizontal. Then, heaving herself up in a final act of defiance, she disappeared in a swirl of water, smoke and steam.

I had never seen a ship sink in day time before. I had seen twelve ships sunk in a convoy in the Atlantic one wild night in October 1940. One of these I saw break in half and the two halves rear up in the air and disappear in twenty seconds. But darkness had spared me the most terrible sight for any sailor – a ship’s final lurch below the waves when the ocean floods inside and gets her down forever.

So I shall never forget the sight of Exeter going. It did not seem real. We had lived in that ship for a year. We had our cabins and messdecks there, all our private belongings and treasures, mementos of home, books, photographs.I remember throwing my large Barr and Stroud binoculars on the deck before I went over the side. What a waste, I thought, yet a bagatelle compared to the loss of a fine 8-inch cruiser with a score that included the Graf Spee off the River Plate.

Anyhow, we all gave her three cheers as she went. You could hear the faint cheers rippling over the water.”

God helg!

Bilder: Wikimedia Commons, Imperial War Museum, NETHERLANDS INSTITUTE OF MILITARY HISTORY

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