Beyond Bermuda

Chapter III

“Gosh! I’ve researched a lot about Flight 19 on Google.” Ted says.

“But he never came back from there. They all disappeared and the world never heard from them again, right?” I ask.

“Yup! Joseph Bossi was so much obsessed in trying to solve this mysterious force of attraction. He always wanted to dig the truth out of it. He always used to say that the Bermuda’s Triangle isn’t what the world thinks it is. After his instant disappearance, our grandfather continued his research. A friend of him; Bruce Gernon; had an amazing personal experience out there. My grandfather had a page from Bruce’s daily diary. Here it goes:”

She takes out a page from her pocket.

“Yesterday; on 5th December 1970, I flew from Andros Airport, Bahamas to Palm Beach, Florida. Weather was fine when I took off but suddenly turns angry. 100 miles from Miami, violent thunder formed over the Gulf Stream forcing me to fly around the storm. I make a run for clear sky and find a small gap directly in front of me that looks like a tunnel. The instant the plane penetrated into the tunnel, strange lines formed. I felt some strange sensation. I felt like I was slipping forward through space. My plane was instantly off the radar. These lines were electronic fog.”

“That’s all? It isn’t the complete story. It’s still a mystery.” Ted says.

“Mystery won’t remain a mystery anymore.” I say.

“And......We are at the beach. Let’s eat something here then we’ll begin our journey. But first, let me go change into my swim suit.” She says, opens the car door and rushes towards ladies’ room.

Rebekah eats some French fries and sits on the beach chair to have some pleasant time watching the water waves while I and Ted get the boat from dock. It wasn’t an ordinary boat. Ted got it made especially for this journey with the help of his friend who used to be a ship maker. Ian and Rebekah come there in about 10 minutes. We climb into the boat and go towards the Bermuda.

Ted and Ian sit on one side of the boat taking their oar while me and Rebekah on the other side of the boat and I had to control the oar. They are talking about what we should do when we enter the dangerous zone while we are talking about-

Each other.

I mean.....We are trying to know each other. She seems into me. That’s why she insisted to sit next to me and made her brother sit with Ted.

Ted opens the suitcase and takes out two diving oxygen masks as we were supposed to be only two.

“You guys also have masks right?” Ted asks.

“No we can hold our breath longer than you guys. It’s a thing that runs in our family.”

“You could have asked for a share. Even David Blaine can’t hold his breath in here. It’s Atlantic Ocean and in here, methane hydrates are present in water which decrease its density.” Ted says.

“Okay. We’ll share, Professor.” Rebekah says.

“I and Klaus will share one, and you brother and sister share the other one.” Ted says.

“I’d rather die than sharing it with him.” Rebekah says.

“Hey hey hey.....everybody is getting a little hot here. Maybe we should take a step back. I will share with Rebekah and you; Ted, will share with Ian. Now less arguing more planning.” I say while winking at Rebekah.

It’s 3 in the evening and rain is about to start. Fog has already blinded us. The weather is unpredictable and can literally turn on a dime. We have chosen a wrong day for this journey.

For the unique journey, all kind of preparations are needed. The boat we chose was not like normal boats. There were two seatbelts tied to the boat with strong metal chains. No matter how much pressure the water applies to the boat, when the boat sinks into the triangle, we will remain with the boat. There is only one problem.

Chains are two while we are four. Unlike oxygen masks, seatbelts aren’t supposed to be shared. But we don’t have any other choice either.

As I mentioned earlier that weather here is unpredictable, soon it starts to rain and fog just increases. We can’t see beyond 10 meters distance. But we have to keep going. Ted was supposed to device the coordinates and keep the boat in the right direction but it is hard to control while arguing about almost everything. He takes out the navigation system from his pocket.

“Uh-Oh...” He says.

“What’s wrong?” Rebekah asks.

“We were supposed to be here after an hour. Something is wrong. Either the system is broken or-“

“Or what?”

“The timing doesn’t make sense. Time has gotten wrapped here.”

Rain keeps increasing and we lose control over the boat. A Hurricane appears without a warning and overtakes us and soon we find ourselves in an area ringed by rouge waves.