Surviving the Bermuda Triangle

Surviving the Bermuda
Triangle

“ Well that was interesting,” exclaimed Markus “ I can’t believe we survived that.”

 August 5th, 1896. Location, Tallahassee heading towards Miami. Plane name, KITTY FUZZBALL the second. Number of people on the plane four, Jane, Markus, Sargent Jake and Captain the dog. 

We had just flown through Miami beach heading towards the Bermuda Triangle when strange things started happening, a cloud appeared and started getting bigger and bigger, but not just because we were getting closer but somehow by magic. 

Captain whined and piddled in his litter-box. I tried to calm him down but he was scared and I couldn’t help him. As I was a vet I gave him a drowsy pill and he calmed down and fell asleep.While I gave him the pill we passed through the cloud.

 As I cleaned out his box there was a weird beeping sound, it was a warning sound from the plane direction system that a huge object was approaching, it was another cloud, our pilot Sargent Jake told us, “Please be quiet I will have to concentrate to go through the cloud,” As he flew through the cloud I waited, usually it took a couple of seconds to pass through the cloud but this one felt like it would take forever.

 Then… It got all cold and I shivered as I pulled my jersey tighter around me and put a blanket over Captain. The instruments started beeping and vibrating then the compass fell off the control panel. Light was coming in short flashes like lightning but in shapes not lines, I shut my eyes and heard a thump. 

“Everyone we have arrived, somehow.” Jake told us “But how? It normally takes about an hour and what is the petrol meter condition? We normally burn through around a whole two liters!” I said. “Well it must be magic.” Exclaimed Sargent Jake. 

 The End.