Danny, Jacob and Victor rode to the harbor where they hired a yacht. "Now you folks look after my ship, she's a beauty." Said the harbormaster, a short man.
"Wait, Victor, do you even know how to steer this thing?" Jacob asked Victor.
"Yes, of course, I was a cop once you know, that's why I brought along these..." he answered and opened a rather large briefcase containing military equipment: Spy goggles, a sniper rifle, a night-vision camera and a X-Ray Forensic scanner. "Woah, that is awesome!" Jacob said. Victor closed the briefcase and stored it in the cupboard underneath the steering wheel.
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"Danny, wake up." Victor said as he poked at Danny's shoulder. "What is it, are we there yet?" Danny asked him, a bit annoyed. "There's a storm coming," said Victor. "Jacob! Wake up!" Just as Jacob opened his eyes the yacht was struck by a strong wave, and a tornado zipped through them, faster than the speed of light, throwing Danny off the ship in less than seconds. "Danny! No!!!" yelled Victor, but it was too late, Danny was gone...
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Victor and Jacob survived the storm. "Damn it! He's gone, Danny's gone." Cried Jacob. "Calm down Jacob, it's the Bermuda Triangle for Pete's sake, what the hell did you expect?" Victor tried to calm him down. Jacob pointed his finger at Victor, in a threatening way, and said: "You better hope he survived, for your sake, I've had enough drama for a lifetime, and I don't have time for this crap!"
