The Mysteries of the Bermuda Aguatic Graveyard

On a cool and smoky June morning in 1999, my father, the rich and well respected Lieutenant James Morrison, and I, Melissa Morrison, begun an incredible journey. It was a journey that neither of us could have imagined that it would end the way it did.

Our journey was a secret mission in the Atlantic Ocean. No one was to know about  it for it was the most dangerous experiment to ever be accomplished by mankind. Actually, I was not supposed to set foot on that ship that was assigned to my father's command either. Her name was Ancient Atlantica. She was a navy ship, made to endure the thoughest trials. No other shop was more powerful or more beautiful. My father described her as the little Titanica.

My dad's top secret mission, which later became mine too, begun on June 23, 1999. The mission was to beat the odds and find the mysteries of the Bermuda Triangle, to actually go there, where no one else has gone before and successfully returned. Part of the mission was also to uncover the secrets of the roads beneath the ocean, which great kings have said to be the Ancient Atlantic City.

I remember the day we entered the Bermuda Triangle. As the Ancient Atlantica entered the zone, I was asked to leave my father with his crew and go to what they call the Life Room. As we were approaching the eye of the triangle a light storm was slowly forming into a hurricane. I could not see that because the room I was in had no windows but I could feel the rage of the ocean. The ship had lost control and I felt a powerful magnetic force beneath me. For about two hours the ship lost electricity and probably contact with the coastal radars. I was scared for my dad because I knew nothing of him. I just knew that in some strange was Atlantica did not allow herself to be pulled to the most horrid ship museum on the planet. The museum otherwise known as the burial ground of ships. I nearly went insane from being thrown in every direction when all of a sudden,...silence.

I remember being carried by my father to what looked like an island and asking him where we were. He said he did not know and that the island was strangely too big not to be on a map. I was then too tired and I fell asleep immediately.

The next morning I woke up to a fascinating, strange song. I asked my father where it came from and he said he did not know. He and his men had a mission. Before we could have gone back home, they had to search the island. Because I was left alone I wondered around the island which had inexplicable large stone roads. It was then I realized that the road patterns looked familiar and I nearly fainted. There, ahead of me, laid a monsster. He appeared frightened and was looking towards the sky. I looked where he pointed to and suddenly the sky was illuminated by a brilliant light. With a symphony of colors, and enigmatic word was revealed to me...

I woke up. From that day on I did not see that adventure as a dream, I saw it as my future. I am certain that there is life in the Bermuda Triangle and that someday someone will uncover its mysteries.

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