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BEASTS OF BERMUDA
(Disclaimer: Elements of this story are not based on real history.)
Prologue
In 1967, the first satellite was launched into orbit of the earth. It then took the first picture of the world. The picture became ridiculously famous, and by the next year, almost everyone on earth knew about it. It continued to fly around the earth, snapping pictures wherever it went. But one day, somebody noticed something. Around a certain area of the Atlantic ocean was a group of middle-sized islands. But not just any area of the Atlantic ocean. The Bermuda Triangle.
The government decided to send a team combo of scientists, explorers, and military personnel to the islands to explore and discover them. What they did not know was that only a small lucky handful would return alive…
Chapter 1
Andrew Ospengance sighed as he turned the key in the doorknob. How would he explain this to her? The second business trip this month. She would not be happy.
Andrew heard the lock click and pushed the door open.
“Kelly? I’m home!” He called as he kicked off his shoes.
“So you are now?” Kelly called back.
“I’ve been waiting for ages. What kept you away?”
Andrew breathed into his hand and sniffed his breath to make sure it wouldn’t… give anything away.
“Umm, traffic jam.” He said quickly.
Too quickly.
Kelly from the other room laughed. Even though it was a sign that she didn’t believe him, it still made him smile.
“That is such a heap of steaming cowpat. What were you really doing, Dad?”
Andrew began knotting his fingers. He knew he was on a diet, but he couldn’t help himself…
“I told you, I was in a traffic jam.”
Kelly poked her head out of the kitchen and down the hallway to where her father was standing. She was 13 years old, but could already cook and clean and do things for herself all day while her father was at work. She had dark skin, but bright green eyes, that seemed to twinkle whenever she smiled. She took one look at Andrew and burst into peals of laughter.
“What?” Andrew asked.
“G… g… g…” She could hardly say it, she was laughing so much.
“Go look it the mirror!” She squeezed out before laughing again.
So Andrew did.
His skin, unlike his daughter, was fair, and he had messy, raven hair. But smeared around his mouth was the brown, sweet truth of what he had been doing.
Eating chocolate.
He had just began to lick it off when Kelly had appeared to snatch another look. She was happy, but Andrew wasn’t. Not because of her laughing. Whenever she was happy, he was happy. But this was different.
He sighed and turned around. He had to tell Kelly now.
“Kelly…” He said.
“Hmm? What?” She replied.
Andrew sighed.
“I have to go…on another business trip.”
Kelly’s playful smile slowly disappeared.
It was replaced with such a stare that it could have sliced through solid metal.
“Good for you.” She said.
She spun on her heels and retreated to the kitchen to continue cooking dinner.
About 30 minutes later, while the two were having dinner, Kelly spoke up.
“So. Tell me about this new business trip you’re suddenly going on.”
Andrew thought back to what his boss told him when he saw the flyer looking for volunteers. “Look, Andy!” He had cried, waving his arms around energetically.
“The government wants volunteer scientists to go explore these islands in the North Atlantic! I reckon that would be an adventure for you!”
So Andrew signed up for the trip, and now it was official.
He was going.
When Andrew told this to Kelly, she put down her sausage and thought for a moment.
“I’ll come with you.”
Andrew scoffed.
“No. Kelly, you can’t come. It’s too dangerous. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Kelly shook her head.
“Nothing you say will make me stay here.”
Andrew sighed and looked at his watch. 9:26pm.
“I’m going to bed.” He said, standing up.
Kelly was incredulous.
“At this early hour?! Dad, you normally fall asleep at midnight in front of the TV amidst a snowstorm of chip crumbs!”
“Well, I’m waking up super early tomorrow, so I can get ready and go.”
“Oh. OK. Well, goodnight.”
“Goodnight, my heart.”
At 6:50 in the morning, Andrew stumbled bleary-eyed into the military facility, searching for somebody named “Wanda Wye.” His daughter, Kelly, was tagging along just to see her father leave.
Eventually, Andrew found her.
Wanda Wye had short, blonde hair, pinkish-red glasses and a lab coat that stretched down to her knees, and was clutching a clipboard as if her life depended on it.
“Oh!” She said on seeing Andrew.
“You’re just on time. Follow me, we’ll meet the others.”
It turned out that “The others” were just a handful of other scientist and a few explorers. The rest were soldiers and military personnel.
The scientists were Wanda Wye herself, A man called Harvey, who looked like a mechanic as he was wearing a black, sea shepherd shirt with grease stains all over it. He had blackish-brown hair, and his chin looked freshly shaved.
Then there was Hayley and Harry, who were twins. They both had brown hair, and light freckles over their nose.
They were constantly arguing.
Hmmm, thought Andrew. This isn’t a very good team.
While her dad was talking to Wanda about something to do with leaving soon, Kelly decided to explore. The place was almost entirely made of metal; and it looked quite old and weathered. There were lots of different vehicles. They all had the classic military camouflage pattern, and there were soldiers marching around with their legs flying all over the place with every step. Kelly couldn’t help but giggle at them. Even some of the most serious, no-nonsense people in the world could still look stupid.
Kelly hopped into a very long military vehicle. It was like a bus-but had tools and weaponry that you would definitely not find on a normal bus. She walked deeper in the van.
Suddenly, she heard a soldier’s voice from outside.
“That door’s open!”
Said the voice.
Another voice spoke.
“So what? It’s meant to be open! It literally has a sign on it that says, “Please keep this door open!””
Kelly heard a dull whack. Probably a hand connecting with the back of someone’s head.
“Not that one, Nigel! That one! The door to the troop carrier!”
“Oh. Ok. Yes. It’s an open door. What about it?”
There was an irritated groan.
“Close it!”
“ALRIGHT YOU DON’T HAVE TO SHOUT AT ME!!”
Kelly heard footsteps approaching the vehicle, and then the door was slammed shut, and Kelly was plunged into blackness.
(Disclaimer: Elements of this story are not based on real history.)
Prologue
In 1967, the first satellite was launched into orbit of the earth. It then took the first picture of the world. The picture became ridiculously famous, and by the next year, almost everyone on earth knew about it. It continued to fly around the earth, snapping pictures wherever it went. But one day, somebody noticed something. Around a certain area of the Atlantic ocean was a group of middle-sized islands. But not just any area of the Atlantic ocean. The Bermuda Triangle.
The government decided to send a team combo of scientists, explorers, and military personnel to the islands to explore and discover them. What they did not know was that only a small lucky handful would return alive…
Chapter 1
Andrew Ospengance sighed as he turned the key in the doorknob. How would he explain this to her? The second business trip this month. She would not be happy.
Andrew heard the lock click and pushed the door open.
“Kelly? I’m home!” He called as he kicked off his shoes.
“So you are now?” Kelly called back.
“I’ve been waiting for ages. What kept you away?”
Andrew breathed into his hand and sniffed his breath to make sure it wouldn’t… give anything away.
“Umm, traffic jam.” He said quickly.
Too quickly.
Kelly from the other room laughed. Even though it was a sign that she didn’t believe him, it still made him smile.
“That is such a heap of steaming cowpat. What were you really doing, Dad?”
Andrew began knotting his fingers. He knew he was on a diet, but he couldn’t help himself…
“I told you, I was in a traffic jam.”
Kelly poked her head out of the kitchen and down the hallway to where her father was standing. She was 13 years old, but could already cook and clean and do things for herself all day while her father was at work. She had dark skin, but bright green eyes, that seemed to twinkle whenever she smiled. She took one look at Andrew and burst into peals of laughter.
“What?” Andrew asked.
“G… g… g…” She could hardly say it, she was laughing so much.
“Go look it the mirror!” She squeezed out before laughing again.
So Andrew did.
His skin, unlike his daughter, was fair, and he had messy, raven hair. But smeared around his mouth was the brown, sweet truth of what he had been doing.
Eating chocolate.
He had just began to lick it off when Kelly had appeared to snatch another look. She was happy, but Andrew wasn’t. Not because of her laughing. Whenever she was happy, he was happy. But this was different.
He sighed and turned around. He had to tell Kelly now.
“Kelly…” He said.
“Hmm? What?” She replied.
Andrew sighed.
“I have to go…on another business trip.”
Kelly’s playful smile slowly disappeared.
It was replaced with such a stare that it could have sliced through solid metal.
“Good for you.” She said.
She spun on her heels and retreated to the kitchen to continue cooking dinner.
About 30 minutes later, while the two were having dinner, Kelly spoke up.
“So. Tell me about this new business trip you’re suddenly going on.”
Andrew thought back to what his boss told him when he saw the flyer looking for volunteers. “Look, Andy!” He had cried, waving his arms around energetically.
“The government wants volunteer scientists to go explore these islands in the North Atlantic! I reckon that would be an adventure for you!”
So Andrew signed up for the trip, and now it was official.
He was going.
When Andrew told this to Kelly, she put down her sausage and thought for a moment.
“I’ll come with you.”
Andrew scoffed.
“No. Kelly, you can’t come. It’s too dangerous. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Kelly shook her head.
“Nothing you say will make me stay here.”
Andrew sighed and looked at his watch. 9:26pm.
“I’m going to bed.” He said, standing up.
Kelly was incredulous.
“At this early hour?! Dad, you normally fall asleep at midnight in front of the TV amidst a snowstorm of chip crumbs!”
“Well, I’m waking up super early tomorrow, so I can get ready and go.”
“Oh. OK. Well, goodnight.”
“Goodnight, my heart.”
At 6:50 in the morning, Andrew stumbled bleary-eyed into the military facility, searching for somebody named “Wanda Wye.” His daughter, Kelly, was tagging along just to see her father leave.
Eventually, Andrew found her.
Wanda Wye had short, blonde hair, pinkish-red glasses and a lab coat that stretched down to her knees, and was clutching a clipboard as if her life depended on it.
“Oh!” She said on seeing Andrew.
“You’re just on time. Follow me, we’ll meet the others.”
It turned out that “The others” were just a handful of other scientist and a few explorers. The rest were soldiers and military personnel.
The scientists were Wanda Wye herself, A man called Harvey, who looked like a mechanic as he was wearing a black, sea shepherd shirt with grease stains all over it. He had blackish-brown hair, and his chin looked freshly shaved.
Then there was Hayley and Harry, who were twins. They both had brown hair, and light freckles over their nose.
They were constantly arguing.
Hmmm, thought Andrew. This isn’t a very good team.
While her dad was talking to Wanda about something to do with leaving soon, Kelly decided to explore. The place was almost entirely made of metal; and it looked quite old and weathered. There were lots of different vehicles. They all had the classic military camouflage pattern, and there were soldiers marching around with their legs flying all over the place with every step. Kelly couldn’t help but giggle at them. Even some of the most serious, no-nonsense people in the world could still look stupid.
Kelly hopped into a very long military vehicle. It was like a bus-but had tools and weaponry that you would definitely not find on a normal bus. She walked deeper in the van.
Suddenly, she heard a soldier’s voice from outside.
“That door’s open!”
Said the voice.
Another voice spoke.
“So what? It’s meant to be open! It literally has a sign on it that says, “Please keep this door open!””
Kelly heard a dull whack. Probably a hand connecting with the back of someone’s head.
“Not that one, Nigel! That one! The door to the troop carrier!”
“Oh. Ok. Yes. It’s an open door. What about it?”
There was an irritated groan.
“Close it!”
“ALRIGHT YOU DON’T HAVE TO SHOUT AT ME!!”
Kelly heard footsteps approaching the vehicle, and then the door was slammed shut, and Kelly was plunged into blackness.