Sea Stories?
Well, then, this is Liberty Hall. You can spit on the mat and call the cat a bastard!
This no-sh*t*er happened far from the sea but definitely involved the naval service. One night many years ago, the police department in Floydada Texas (population 4000 or so) received a frantic call from a local resident who claimed that something had “run into” his backyard chicken coop and demolished it.
A patrol officer (the only one on duty in fact) was dispatched to invesigate. He found the coop not quite demolished, but with a large hole in the roof, one wall collapsed, and liberated chickens clucking up the neighborhood.
A peek inside the damaged facility revealed a cylindrical object about 8 feet long with a nylon shroud trailing away from it and covering the remnants of the roof. The officer soon realized that the mess of nylon sheets and lines was in fact the remains of a parachute.
Suspecting that they might have a renegade nuclear missile on their hands, the police summoned help from the nearest military post, Reese Air Force Base. The zoomies put their collective heads together and, noticing the small propeller thing on the back, they eventually decided that the object was not a missile exactly but a Mk 46 anti-submarine torpedo. They also surmised that it had fallen from a passing aircraft, there being no surface vessels cruising around west Texas.
Navy EOD types were summoned from God-knows-where to disarm the contraption and take it away. The home owner was (probably over-)compensated for the coop and the escaped chickens. A certain P-3 squadron was found to be at fault but I am not sure what action was taken further down the line.
Man, I remember how the sh*t that hit the fan when an SH-60 out of NAF Atsugi dropped a box of machine gun ammo on a parking lot. IIRC, they recovered all but three rounds and the howling from certain anti-base Japanese was deafening. I guess their heads would have exploded if a torp had been dropped instead.
It’s a fowl day when a torpedo runs afoul of a chicken coop.