The Sea without Adjective

Fictional account of sea-trekkers inside the Bermuda Triangle who may've become ('special') Earth-civilization messengers of all things of fortune's wave.

An underworld metaphysics fiction, set in the cryptic Bermuda Triangle. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/interpretations).

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AMLAN: This journey to the Bermuda Triangle by yacht is great adventurism!

MARCUS: We're good friends from Princeton and find extension for our study.

EZZY: We must take-heed not to take anything arrogantly for the Devil's area.

DANICA: It ain't termed the Devil's Triangle for no-good reason, pals; safe-IQ.

AMLAN: It's settled, we aim the boat for a journal sketch session of dreams!

MARCUS: We keep humble and quiet about all the jars, pals (Facebook-like).

EZZY: Good.

Our protagonist quartet of journey-folks from the West (American Homeland) sailed off the coast of Miami in Amlan's inherited gold yacht to find some personalized answers for storyboards on Earth concerning 'pesky' incomplete-distances readings of what made the Bermuda Triangle a mystery 'area' of vanishings hyperbole/paranoia/claims/photos/jars (wow). Amlan knew there was something of discovery, even if it was a 'simple' electromagnetics wave-field 'tremors' wall-like 'structure' in the so-nicknamed 'Devil's Triangle' where boats/planes would literally be drawn across a universe-axes of forces into some mysterious dominion or contact some 'presence' from such area(s) that would invite them to somehow become invisible to the naked maps of graphs/commerce (wow).

QUARTET: Who the Hell are you, lady in gears?
SPECTER: Greetings to the Triangle, sea-folks of America (ha).

QUARTET: How'd you guess we're American, specter woman?

SPECTER: I'm a hostess of the Devil's Triangle, in gear/mask/colors/stance!

QUARTET: You draw-in boats/planes that have vanished (rumors).

SPECTER: You said it rightly, sea-folks, and I can defy gravity (too!).

QUARTET: What are you offering us here, specter?

SPECTER: Come to the other-side of the eschewed force of the Triangle.

QUARTET: To do what, precisely, specter?
SPECTER: You shall be witnesses of my realm, where purgatory is a play.

QUARTET: Theater?
SPECTER: I invite Earthlings to cross into my region for a Colosseum-eternity!

QUARTET: Earthlings become Colosseum audience for a purgatory-diorama?

SPECTER: Yes, they sit and watch while my 'faeries' put on purgatory-flames.

QUARTET: This is some anti-heaven for theater or what?

SPECTER: Come to my side of reality...and discover (comic book like).

QUARTET: Whoa.

Our protagonist quartet of sea-folks, Amlan and Marcus and Ezzy and Danica, refused the (dark-secret) offer of this 'Specter-Lady' inside the Bermuda Triangle who greeted them for some invitation for eternity. They vowed to keep it all quiet and returned to the American Homeland and then became capitalism superstitions storytellers for color-books about commercial life vanities prompting (serious/actual!) globalism-rhetoric for consumerism 'linked' social peace for sanity (hmmm). As your narrator of this so-called 'Devil's Triangle' portrait, I may tell you this tale so you may mark the progressive-work(s) of our sailing quartet and decide for yourself that should they (ever!) disclose the truth-value of greeting of this 'Specter-Lady' inside the Triangle, would their post-contact capitalism-rhetoric coloring-books mark the quartet as Bermuda Triangle worthy (Facebook-like!).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)