Traveling in the ocean, my ship and crew get lost in a fog and end up floating aimlessly through the waters until we hit something. It was much smaller then the ship we were riding on and looked over the edge, seeing a blade of a helicopter. When the fog cleared, my small crew and I saw the ocean riddled with boats, helicopters and small yachts.  We were all creeped out when a helicopter floated by with skeletal remains inside, realizing that no one left these waters alive. Realizing that if someone was in trouble out here, a helicopter would come to help but be drug down into the deadly waters below. Somehow. Something happened out here and I didn’t know why. We soon got our answer. Within minutes, a huge wave struck the ship from the east without warning, casting my crew over the side and nearly swept me into the water as well. I stood up to try and save them but the water was as black as night, no sign of my poor men.

I knew I had to get off the ship and let the ocean have it, but it wouldn’t have me so easily. I carefully slipped off the ship onto another smaller boat beside my own and made my way onto each rotting and seaweed covered boat until I found a large ship, bigger then my own. Climbing up the slimey fish nets on the side until I crawled over the edge, to my surprise, there were no bodies…. Yet. They must be below deck. There I waited, huddling tightly at the nose of the ship with my thin coat. Until a strong voice broke my ‘death’ thoughts.

“Who let a living woman on my ship?!” He shouted as I looked around, very confused until a ghost man and several crew men walked out of what looked to be nothing.

“No one sir! She must have crawled on herself!” one looked to the others as if silently asking ‘did you do it?’.

“A woman with the drive to live… where is your crew?” He asked me, I only responded by pointing over the side of the ship. “Ah… like everyone else here… but you too have a short time to live…” he seemed a little saddened after he said it. And when I paid more attention, I could hear the sad cries and groans from other victims of the sea.

“So you all died… but how?” I asked, walking up to the captain. He dismissed his crew and turned, walking with me to the butt of the ship.

“Everyone here has met the same fate… and so will you..” he looked over the ocean, “You will see soon enough…”

It took about a few hours later, sitting with the crew and interacted with them, learning their story and how they died, what it was like to be stuck there even after death.

“At least we don’t have to eat!” One laughed and then heard the loud growl of my own stomach.

“Speak for yourself…” I said, rubbing my stomach. I knew that even canned food on this ship would be so expired that I would never be able to eat it. I stood up and yelled over the side, “Does any stranded soul out there have any food on board?!” All I got were cries and screams of anger until a rescue copter pilot spoke up. I had to get over there and made my way over there carefully, the captain kept an eyes out for me and something else that I didn’t know of. When I got back on the ship, I made a small fire and started making beans. The crew eerily hung over me while I was making it. I sat there and slowly ate and savored what I could where I could. After I was done, I walked to the captain and stood at his side, looking out into the ocean.

“So all these people were either stranded here like me… then people came to help but got stuck here too? This place sounds like the Bermuda Triangle…”
That brought a smile to the captains face, “Are you sure that’s not where you are now?” he looked over at me, “Too bad you won’t make it out to tell your tale..”

To me, it seemed like mere hours with him and his crew but she had grown attached to them. I slowly reached over to his hand and surprisingly was able to touch him, and to my surprise his hand returned a gentle squeeze. He smiled slightly and looked pleased, like he was a little closer to life again even though he could never go back.

“I would give you a tour of my ship but…. I wouldn’t want you to be in fear..”  he said, “My… remains are there…”

“Not really.. your remains are here…” I rubbed my thumb against his hand, until my hand passed right through him, making me think he didn’t want to hold my hand anymore.

“I’m sorry..” He said softly, “I can only physically touch you for a short time, it seems…” His eyes seemed to soften, wanting to feel like he was a part of the living again. I watched him straighten his back out and he turned his head to the South. “Now you will see why we are all stuck here… but unlike me and my crew… I won’t let you fall so easily to the same fate…”

I turned my head and saw a massive tidal wave starting toward the ship, it was like the ocean sensed there was a living person on one of the ships. The crew stood up and watched the wave coming closer until it struck the ship, casting me over the side until the captain caught my leg and the crew grabbed onto me. Each of their hands keeping me from falling to a watery grave.

I was brought onto the desk before being hit with another wave and it seemed to somehow linger over the ship and keep me under the water until I drowned. I didn’t feel a thing. Then everything went black. But I woke up and to my surprise, I was looked down upon by the captain.

“Heh… I’m sorry woman… we tried… but it looks like you’re stuck here with us now..”