Sea can't Tell (Bermuda)

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait (fictional) of Bermuda Triangle fascination/survival and the Earthling 'qualia' of wrought sportsmanship.

A 'cool' Bermuda Triangle story (fictional).

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Let me tell you a very unusual story, which takes place in the waters of Earth's Eastern Hemisphere, that deadly stretch of ocean where varied ships/vessels were listed as strange disasters, including an entire American plane fleet vanished inexplicably. I'm of course talking about the infamous Bermuda Triangle, where ships simply become part of the void of the universe, so there's no little talk or information, an incomplete-art (damn).

Of course, what makes this story unusual is that I actually survived boating through that mystery-region of the Earth/universe. Nevertheless, I felt something like an electro-weak force making my compass shaky, and I wondered if I was going to be sucked into vortex holes taking me to some alternate dimension for consciousness (wow). What if the Bermuda Triangle had been an uncategorized gate to some actual/existing Atlantis or similar zone of alternate perception. I had to wonder, despite simply feeling relief that I had survived (somehow). This was Facebook-like.

GIRLFRIEND: You sound rattled, babe.

ME: I am...I'm gonna write about it (all!).

GIRLFRIEND: Well, there's that Flight-19 story in that Devil's Triangle, babe.

ME: I know it...I'm gonna write about it (all!).

GIRLFRIEND: Well, perchance you've become a metaphysics crypto-fool, babe.

ME: Maybe...I'm gonna write about it (all!).

Why didn't I become a "Devil's Triangle" stat for records? After all, I felt uneasiness and forces and shaking compass paranoia (damn). Well, I didn't have that answer, but I knew I (now) had a debt to Earthlings to craft or shape some story of metaphysics for others to ponder, to count myself as a survivor...and to thank my stars that I'm a recorder of this Earth 'dodecahedrons' strangeness.