Day 1, 7th August, 1975

Dear Diary,

I’m Sarah. Sarah Lancaster. Yes I’m that girl whose family of scientists have taken up the mission to set course across the Bermuda Triangle region, also known as the Devil’s Traingle and check upon the mysteries reported in that region and look for a scientific cause. My father, John Lancaster apparently thinks that there is a scientific reason as to why ships and planes disappear in that region. I think he might go to the bottom of this research but only if we ourselves don’t get lost. My father and my mother ,Jonah Lancaster who happens to be my father’s assistant thought it might be a good idea if I joined them too in this once in a lifetime expedition. So along with my parents and their team of 10 members, the ship crew members and me, we set our course for the voyage from the coast of South America to the western part of North Atlantic Ocean where our mystery lies. 

Day 2, 8th August, 1975

Dear dairy,

So far so good. The captain says we’ll reach the main area of tension within 5 days . The weather’s good, there’s no possibility of any storm in the water for the next 6 days, that’s what the forecast says. The scientific team is getting prepared for their research work. A bright sunny morning and still I sense danger, I just hope that they get done with their research soon. 

Day 5, 11th August, 1975

Dear Diary,

Things have started to get weird here. None of us have been able to sleep for the last 24 hours. They say that we are getting near the Bermuda Triangle hotzone and I’m always sensing an impending doom. The weather is slowly getting bad even though it wasn’t supposed to. Mom is sick and so are most of the other crew members. 

Day 8, 14th August, 1975

Dear Diary,

The crew members are missing. Our ship is in the middle of a storm and the captain of the ship along with the other staff members are missing. They are nowhere to be seen. It’s just me, my parents and a terrified group of 10 scientists onboard. Dad says we are very close to the devil’s triangle. We don’t know for how long we can resist the storm. My mom’s health is detoriating, she can’t even open her eyes. My head feels heavy and I feel soo sleepy as if someone has drugged me heavily. I don’t know if science can explain all this. 

Day 15, 21st August, 1975

Dear Diary,

The search for the crew is still on. There’s not a single trace of them anywhere in the ship, we cannot even find their luggage. It’s as if they never existed. The storm stopped last night but I think we are lost, our ship has been covered by only clouds for the last several hours. My father and his team mates are trying their best to understand what’s happening and come up with scientific solutions. But, I could read the disappointment in their faces, they were failing. Not even science could justify the disappearance of the crew, all the scientists were awake at night they didn’t even see the crew escape. All the compasses are broken, none can read the directions. We are amidst a lot of unrest. 

Day 17, 23rd August, 1975

Dear Diary,

My father tried to jump off the ship today. Luckily, one of his team mates noticed him and dragged him inside. He claimed that some voices were calling him. He didn’t sleep for the last few days he was clearly hallucinating. I don’t even know how we will get out of this place. Today we were supposed to set the course for the journey back home. But now, maybe we’re lost, maybe we are also like those ships who got lost in the Bermuda Triangle. It’s no science. Science doesn’t justify the incidents that have been taking place. Everyone has lost hope. They all look outside as if they are waiting for death to come and grab them.

Day 20, 26th August, 1975

Dear Diary

All I remember is last night another storm hit us and we lost control. I’m scared. I gained consciousness sometime back. I’m on a raft sailing through the deep blue ocean and dark clouds above. I screamed. There’s no sign of mom, dad or the ship. I found myself on the raft with my diary and some canned food which would barely last till the next day. There’s no sign of any kind of life. I don’t know, I don’t understand the mystery of this place. I wait patiently. I wait patiently for death.