It was a normal day no clouds all sunshine. It was the day of my flight to Morocco but I had to fly over the Bermuda triangle to get their . I was nervous at first but now I think about it if Alberto the great can do it so can I. There has been numerous theories of aeroplanes going missing after flying over the Bermuda triangle . But I was determined to make it out alive. "Passengers taking of in 5...4...3...2...1.." the intercom projected.I regretted my choice but at this point it was too late . And off we went over : Russia, Italy, the alpines, and now was the time we slowly started flying over the Bermuda triangle . Not even 5 seconds later the plane started descending downwards. My life flashed before my eyes. And 2 year has pasted not a single soul to be found.