Ryker was laid out on the sofa flipping through the channels on the TV, a pillow under his head with a blanket on top of him. It was his off day, so he was spending it being a couch potato. As he flipped through the channels he passed one where he saw his friend Lonny on the screen. He flicked back to the channel as he sat up, intrigued as to why he would be on TV. On the screen; it seemed that Lonny was being interviewed at a news station. “So Lonny, there have been some rumors going around saying that you and your crew have been planning a swim expedition. Would you like to tell the viewers if that's true or not?” The camera had panned to the person who was interviewing Lonny. Ryker recognized the woman as Andrea Gonzlez, Ryker particularly didn’t like Andrea as she had been too involved in certain news reports from long ago considering the company that Ryker and his friends work for. He waited for Lonny’s response because he had no knowledge of any new swim expeditions.

“Well Andrea, I can proudly say that my crew and I are going on an expedition! We’re going to swim in the Bermuda Triangle!” Lonny spread his arms out wide as if to make his point. Ryker’s jaw dropped… He had no knowledge of this expedition, the last time they all met up to talk was last week at the Tappers Bar. He remembered that they had ordered some drinks (well more than some) and then they started talking, then they kept ordering more drinks, and then it’s a blank. Ryker doesn't remember how he got home that night, he just remembers waking up and they were just all knocked out on his bed. Ryker was cuddling with Gio, Nori was somehow unbothered on the side of the bed she slept on while Lonny was falling out the bed with each growing second. Confused and wanting answers, he leaned over to grab his phone off the short circular coffee table. As fast as he could, he dialed Lonny’s phone, knowing that he was on live TV.

As Andrea started asking Lonny many more questions a producer interrupted her, “Uh, Lonny, you’re getting a call.” The producer speaks in a hushed tone, Lonny raises an eyebrow in confusion, “From who?”

“Um, the caller ID is…” the producer pauses as they stifle a laugh “The caller ID is ‘My Pooks Ryker’, with a heart emoticon,” Lonny quickly takes the phone, a small blush on his cheeks, he quickly answers the call.

“Ryker! Why..are you calling?” Ryker glares intensely at Lonny on the TV screen,

“Lonny..” his tone low and anger evident in it, “Since when were we going to swim in the goddamn Bermuda Triangle!?” Ryker’s German accent more prominent as he yelled, but Lonny seems confused by his outburst

“What do ya mean? We talked about it at the bar last week!”

“Last week? We all got blackout drunk! How could you remember!?”

“I drove us all to your house where we crashed on your bed! I-!” A different person wearing a headset stepped in front of Lonny blocking him from view of the camera. They took off his microphone and started to escort him off the platform, the camera panned back to Andrea. She seemed visibly uncomfortable with what had happened, her lips were pressed into a thin line, and her eyes wide, something caught her attention and she turned to face the camera, with a smile. She started to say her outro for the show but Ryker wasn’t listening to it, all he heard was the beeping of an ended call.

5 Months later…

Thunder crashed in the sky, the boat had left the Arecibo Harbor under an hour ago and the sky was already dark and black. Water crashed against the bow as the boat wafted through the ocean. The hum of the motor filled the ears of everyone on board. As they went on the waves seemed to get rougher and it seemed a struggle to steer the boat through it, well from what they could see from the slight shift from the captain’s expression. The captain shouted something at them, but the thunder-now with rain-and waves drowned it out, he repeated it but louder. “Lo siento, pero hasta aquí puedo llegar!” He shouted once more.

One of the four divers aboard, Lonny-a professional diver of three years-, thanked the man for being able to get them this far with this weather. He turned to his friends and yelled at them to hurry and get the rest of their gear on so they could dive down and explore. What everyone needed to do was put on their diving mask, they all got full face masks for this occasion, attach the regulator, and strap on the dive lights and GoPro’s. Once they get checked over by the deckhand, they settle themselves on the gunnel. They all check and see if the water is safe to enter in, which it is. They place a hand on their regulator and the other on the back of their mask strap, lift their knees to their chest and lean back, entering the water. They give the deckhand the OK signal then they dive down.

“ダイビングに行ったときとあまり変わらないようです” said Nori, she is a professional diver of almost six years. A sigh was heard through the coms.

“Nori… I know I said I would sign up for Japanese classes, but… I kinda forgot? Could you repeat that in English?” groaned Ryker, his German accent came out thicker through coms, he was Nori’s apprentice.

“What a fooleth. That gent lies as well...” teased Gio with a grin, he just started his professional career as a diver, Ryker retaliated at the tease.

“Lonny, Nori! Gio is making fun of me in Shakespearean! Tell him to stop!”

Lonny laughed and said “Aww Gio stop teasing the kid!” and Nori just chuckled at what they were hearing, Ryker was going to say something once more when he saw something out of the corner of his eye...

“Heiliger– was war das!” he suddenly stopped where he was, he sank down a little before beginning to keep kicking his legs. As best he could he turned around as quickly as he could, but he was only met with deep dark blue, he didn’t see his friends either…

He felt a current push him slightly, signaling something was behind him. His eyes widened, pupils dilating, as a terrible and deafening scream was in his ears. The sound caused him to freeze, almost like he was paralyzed by it, he started sinking down into the deep dark blue, he couldn’t move, the most he was able to do was small but violent twitches every other second. His ears were ringing so painfully, he saw blood trickle out from them, his brain pounded against his skull. His vision began to blur, ever so slowly he moved his hand to the GoPro camera strapped on his chest, pain jolting in his body he got the camera off.

Once he got it off it slipped out of his through his fingers. The camera quickly began rising to the top as Ryker kept sinking, his dive light flickered out. It was too dark for the human eye to see anything. He began slipping out of consciousness. The last thing he was able to see was a glowing silhouette.

3 Months later…

Angelo was sitting in the sand on top of his beach towel that he had spread out, he was burying his hands under the sand and bringing them back up to watch how the sand sifted out of his fingers. He was in Florida on vacation with his family for summer break, there was a month left until Angelo–and his siblings–had to go back to school. He didn't mind school, but he also doesn't like it, there was always too much work to do in such little time, he just hopes he doesn't get homework on the first day of school, he despises teachers who do such acts.

He started doodling in the sand with his finger, he was not about to get up and search the beach top and bottom for a dumb stick when he could use his finger. The drawing he made was of some strange battle between some alien looking creature, and… he didn't know what the other thing was…(he just decided it was another alien). He continued making doodles of them, the battle kept on, in the end they both suffered a terrible death. He rubbed the drawings away with his hands, sand filling in the indents of the drawings he had made previously with his finger.

He rose from his spot, he picked up his goggles. “Mom, I’m gonna go for a swim,” he pointed to the water as he called out to his mom. His mom wore a blue swim dress that his sister had called ‘Beautiful!’ She had a tanned complexion, which was darker from how much sun they were getting. She had green-blue eyes, and dark brown hair, she dyed it to hide strands of white hair she had from the stress of raising four children. She was attending to his baby brother–named Byrson who was like a clone of his dad–who was trying to eat his sandcastle. “Oh, that’s fine honey! Just stay where dad can see you,” she replied cheerfully, a smile on her face.

“Darick!” she called out to his dad, “Angelo is going for a swim, watch him please!” his dad waved over, “Alright honey! And Gia, we’er still having that talk later right!” he asked, to which mom nodded. His dad is a man with a paler complexion than his mom, if he didn't have lots of sunscreen on he would be a tomato, he was wearing blue swim trunks that matched the swim dress mom had on. He had dark brown eyes, and usually always had a clean shave–but he had some pricks today–he had dirty blond hair and always had a short haircut too, it was close to a buzz but not really. At the ends of his hair there was white hair but most of it blended in, and he didn't really mind his white hair from what Angelo could tell.

Angelo strapped on his goggles and headed over to his dad, as doing so he had to step over his older sister–Jovie who was a mix of mom and dad, like Brett–who was sunbathing, he kicked some sand her way to which she did the same. He looked back quickly, Jovie had a small smile on her face before settling back again, seeing that made him smile brightly. His older brother Brett was playing soccer with some boys he made friends with, and from all the yelling that could be heard, Brett’s team was winning.

He made his way over to his dad, when they got there his dad was the first person to run to the water when they got here. He had been swimming and collecting seashells that he kept giving to mom. Sometimes he thinks his dad forgets he’s an adult most times. Thinking now, he wonders what his dad meant by him asking mom if they were still having that talk, he’ll just listen in on them best he can from the staircase in the house.

While swimming with his dad something caught his eye, whatever it was, it was wrapped all up in seaweed. Out of curiosity, he grabbed it and rose up from the water, and started to exit the water, his dad followed.

“What's that kid?” questioned his dad, he seemed to loom over Angelo as he was now sitting in the sand. Angelo shrugged, to be honest, he didn't know what he grabbed, just that it was covered in lots of seaweed.

“Can I take it home? I wanna unwrap it there,” he kept looking at it trying to find a way to jam his finger somewhere in it and unwrap it. His dad nodded to his question, it seemed he was just as interested in the seaweed ball.

He walked over to his towel that he had laid out, his bag was next to it and he knew he had a little baggie that he could put it in. He tossed it on the towel, and that seemed to cause it to begin to unravel. He disregarded the bag and started pulling the seaweed off. The seaweed smelled horrible. He got all the seaweed off. What it was had confused and shocked him. It was a GoPro camera..