Beyond Bermuda

Chapter I

“Get out of my office and never show me your face again. Ever...”

I've often heard Boss saying these words almost twice a day. And it is fun to hear but it never is when it is said to you. Especially in the situation when you are fired without any solid reason. Just upon some freaky weirdo's fake complaints to the Boss.

That weirdo's name is Elijah. We both are each other's enemy since my first day at office. Obviously he is working here before I came. Boss and he have something going on. Maybe they are friends or maybe boss is being blackmailed by him because boss never has avoided anything Elijah asks. This couldn’t be kindness of boss as we all knew boss doesn’t have a heart for anyone.

It’s just 10AM and I already lost my job. Could my day get worse anymore?

My home is on wheels these days. Costs of living kept going up day by day which made me sell my home and live in a car. Only two things are my life; a job and a car-home; of which one is lost today.

Although I call it a car home, it doesn’t even deserve to be called a car. Its color is white-

Well...it was white when I bought it but infinity of scratches made it multi-color. Its shape is hidden under layers of dents. Counting dents on it is like counting stars in a dark night. Even though it is worthless physically, its speed is quite amazing. It should be considered as a miracle or some sort of sorcery that a fruitless like this, can go faster than a bullet train.

I call it Fiero.

On my way to Ted's place from office, I get fined for fast driving. Ted is already jobless but is living his life happily on behalf of the inheritance his father has left. He doesn’t tell me the exact amount though he replies with this whenever I ask:

“Enough to live like a king for 5-6 years.”

He likes himself jobless because of his awesome hobby of being a tourist. He has enthusiasm of discovering new things.

Anyways, I go to his door and ring the bell. He takes less than a minute to open the door

“That’s it, I am quitting” I say at the very first glance.

"Quitting what? Your job?' he asks excitedly like he was waiting for this moment to come.

“No, that's already lost. I'm thinking about quitting my life”

“Amazing!-

I mean amazing that you don’t have a job anymore. You are at a right place on right time dude. I was just thinking about calling you to come over.”

“Why so?”

“You still have that super speed car right? I wanna go towards the sea.”

“Yeah take it. Dead people don’t need cars”

“Dude! Never ever EVVVER think about suicide. Now come on, we are going on an adventure.”

“No Ted, I'm not in the mood of any adventure right now.”

“Come on! It’s gonna be legendary. It’s kind of an adventure that no one has ever done. All those who tried to go there, never came back. Come on we'll be famous if we did it otherwise, if we die, there's no one to cry over our dead bodies.”

“But you’ll drive the Fiero okay?”

I don’t know how he does it. Maybe he knows telepathy or maybe he hypnotizes me. He always gets me to do whatever he wants.

He then opens his cupboard and shows me all the amazing stuff he has saved just for this journey. Then he takes out a note. There were written coordinates of some place.

“We are going somewhere near the coordinates; Longitude: 26° 18’ 44.56” and Latitude: -70° 23’ 49.68”, which, is also known as Devil’s Triangle.” He says while putting Maps and Navigations system in a suitcase.

“WHAT? Are you insane? Bermuda Triangle? It's suicide adventure!” I say.

"Oh Comeon dude! It'll be fun. I heard there isn't tight security to stop public to go there. And besides, you wanted to suicide right? Why not do it in a fun way!"

It almost takes about half an hour to pack things like Cameras, Navigation Systems, Maps, and the most important; some food to survive. We put the case in my fiero’s trunk. There's a 20 miles distance between the Miami Beach and us.