It started in 1879 when captain john and I had gone sea monster hunting it took us a whole 7 years to get to the Bermuda Triangle it was a stage place we could see boats and ships sunken. The sorrowful sea waves washing skeletons and remains of elders the tide was strong. As we get ready the boat rocks strangely creaking like an old house so we dive down I find a map at the middle of the sea as I head towards the bottom. Im suddenly at the top of the ocean but this world… was dissimilar it was magical as I swim towards the boat I spot john waving yelling to look behind me but I Don’t as I get closer he fades away I try to grab him but it is just me now. I start looking through the boat finding nothing. Plain nothing I run around panicking HOW WILL I GET HOME no food blankets heaters what will I do. 5 hours later I spot two tornadoes heading my was so I get steering driving as fast as possible but they catch up grasping me and the boat devouring me and tearing the boat.

Present-2023 now class don’t forget our lesson never go into the triangle or they will eat you.