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| − | + | Bermuda. A world of endless sun and scenery, breathtaking blues and crystal clear ocean and white sandy beaches. The ideal vacation for the end of one life stage and the passing into a new. Only, it should have ended. No one expected as they climbed aboard the Queen Maria at the end stretch of their 2 week senior trip that in a few short hours their ship would cross into boarders of the Bermuda Triangle and that their lives would be changed forever. | |
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| + | Like all party hungry teens preparing to return to the daily grind of their average lives, many of them partied the night, some taking advantage of international drinking laws while others simply indulged in life out of the prying eyes of their parents. Perhaps that is what saved them in the waning hours of that fateful night when something..simply happened. | ||
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| + | They awoke as if nothing were wrong the next morning. Some in the beds of their cabins. Some in lounge chairs on the deck. Some awoke in strange places, below tables and face down on the deck floors, but no matter where they opened their eyes to that first glow of morning light, all awoke to the same thing. | ||
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| + | Silence. | ||
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| + | The boat rocked slowly against the waves, the looming outline of an island standing no more than a mile in the near distance. The motors dead. The power off. And every single soul…gone. Belongings lay scattered along the decks floor, but no overturned tables or chairs showed any true sign of a struggle. There was no blood to be found. Plates remains half eaten in the dining hall. Clothes, watches, rings, and wallets all left unmanned where they fell. | ||
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| + | How could something like this happen? And why where they left? | ||
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| + | The survivors slowly found one another. Some with hints of memories that made no sense and no recollection beyond to detail the nights events. All electronics were dead, from cell phones to computers. Batteries drained with no hope to recharge them. Even the ships manual collected nothing but static on dead airwaves. | ||
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| + | Its been 3 days and no ones said much. Everyone simply sat in wait for the rescue. It would have to come. Right? Thousands of missing people couldn't go overlooked? But with 3 days in and not the slightest sound overhead of help and the passengers are becoming nervous. | ||
Revision as of 09:05, 24 April 2015
The locals say Bonbini! It means welcome. And as they embraced their last few days of spring break, they truly were welcomed among the locals.
Bermuda. A world of endless sun and scenery, breathtaking blues and crystal clear ocean and white sandy beaches. The ideal vacation for the end of one life stage and the passing into a new. Only, it should have ended. No one expected as they climbed aboard the Queen Maria at the end stretch of their 2 week senior trip that in a few short hours their ship would cross into boarders of the Bermuda Triangle and that their lives would be changed forever.
Like all party hungry teens preparing to return to the daily grind of their average lives, many of them partied the night, some taking advantage of international drinking laws while others simply indulged in life out of the prying eyes of their parents. Perhaps that is what saved them in the waning hours of that fateful night when something..simply happened.
They awoke as if nothing were wrong the next morning. Some in the beds of their cabins. Some in lounge chairs on the deck. Some awoke in strange places, below tables and face down on the deck floors, but no matter where they opened their eyes to that first glow of morning light, all awoke to the same thing.
Silence.
The boat rocked slowly against the waves, the looming outline of an island standing no more than a mile in the near distance. The motors dead. The power off. And every single soul…gone. Belongings lay scattered along the decks floor, but no overturned tables or chairs showed any true sign of a struggle. There was no blood to be found. Plates remains half eaten in the dining hall. Clothes, watches, rings, and wallets all left unmanned where they fell.
How could something like this happen? And why where they left?
The survivors slowly found one another. Some with hints of memories that made no sense and no recollection beyond to detail the nights events. All electronics were dead, from cell phones to computers. Batteries drained with no hope to recharge them. Even the ships manual collected nothing but static on dead airwaves.
Its been 3 days and no ones said much. Everyone simply sat in wait for the rescue. It would have to come. Right? Thousands of missing people couldn't go overlooked? But with 3 days in and not the slightest sound overhead of help and the passengers are becoming nervous.
