A Rude Awakening

Awoke on the last sea day of the cruise to calm seas and scattered cloud, just clearing the Bay of Biscay. Sitting at breakfast and glanced out the window to hear and see a jet fighter screaming along very low between us and a merchant ship. It then proceeded to pull into a high G climb (the jet, not the merchant ship!).

I grabbed my camera and ran out on to the deck, but the plane was long gone. Went back and finished breakfast. About half an hour later the plane reappeared much higher and going a bit slower, but I still only managed to get one shot.

It was identified at dinner as a Dassault-Breguet Super Étendard, quite an elderly veteran.

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