Waifu Crossing

Chapter 1

You were minding your own business one day when a call from an unidentified number buzzed your phone. In something of a rarity, you decided to pick up and answer to see what it was all about, though you expected it to be nothing but a spam call from some telemarketer trying to sign you up to a new credit card.

What you heard instead was a nervous, yet feminine voice asking to confirm your name.

"That's me," you responded.

"Great! I've been trying to reach you for a few days now about an urgent matter."

"What kind of urgent matter?"

"It turns out that your Great Great Great Great Uncle owned a tropical island. It's been passed down in another branch of your family for hundreds of years, but that branch has recently ended. It took a looooot of hard work figuring out who was due to inherit it, but it looks like you're now the lucky owner of your own tropical paradise!"

Your brow furrowed, "My own tropical island? Is this some kind of scam?"

"No, no! I can assure you – it isn't a scam."

"Alright. Then what is this island called, and where can I find it?"

You pulled out your phone to double-check their response.

"That's a tricky question to answer! It's actually located inside of the Bermuda Triangle!"

"Uh-huh."

"You can catch a ride on a boat from Miami, take it a few miles out, pass through the mysterious fog wall, and you're basically there!"

"This is sounding less legit by the second here. What the hell is a 'mysterious fog wall' anyway?"

"It's the thick fog that settles onto the ship out of nowhere during the trip. You won't be able to get onto the island without it!"

Wasn't that completely backwards? A thick fog at sea would make it impossible to find any specific landmass.

"We can handle the transport issue with no problems. All you have to do is give us the word and we'll organize it for you."

You rolled your eyes, "Okay. Is there anything else?"

"There's also the small matter of the money that they left to you. As you might guess, a family affluent enough to own a tropical island also has many liquid assets to their name. It's safe to say that you'll never need to work another day in your life!"

And here was the part where she pushed you for your bank details so that they could drain the whole lot. You were two seconds away from hanging up, but she cut in with another pointed question before you could.

"So... about your trip to the island. Would you be okay with tomorrow?"

You laughed, "No problem. Tomorrow it is."

"Fantastic! I'll see you there!"

The line went dead.

You were very confused. She didn't even give you a time or place to be, nor did the mystery woman ask for your credit card information to steal your cash. Did she forget? How was she going to organize a trip to the Bermuda Triangle if she didn't know where you lived?

You wrote it off as a prank call and tossed your phone to the side. It was too late to be worrying about such a silly issue. It was just someone trying to get their kicks by sending weird calls to people and seeing how they reacted. They must have taken your name and number from a scam database used for cold calling to give it an air of legitimacy.

As if a handout that convenient could ever happen to you.

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When you next awaken – you quickly realize that something is different.