We were visited by the Navy war-dolphins today and reminded that life is stranger than fiction.

These dolphins ride around in big rigid hull inflatables with special dolphin mattresses that fold up into a pup tent.

They get shoved off tail first…

Various tools/weapons(?) fit on the dolphin’s schnozz.

This poor shmoe with a helmet and neck brace jumps in the murky water…

and gets tagged by the dolphin. We’re not sure what happens in real life to this swimmer. Boom? You’re it? Beaked in the ribs?

Then the muzzled dolphin hops back in the boat. I’m all for the muzzling after I got tasted by a dolphin that I never saw on a zero vis dive and it scarred the doody out me.

Finally they all head back to the secret dolphin cave along with one of the many war-dolphin loving seagulls in the area, who frankly, have done nothing for the security of our nations floating assets.