Summary: The school was going on a trip to the Bermuda triangle to make their reports on it a little more exciting than websites and articles. Unfortunately, the planes engine fails, and they crash on a currently unmapped island in the middle of the triangle. They survive for a while until the triangles portal opens up and pulls them into the ghost zone, but as they aren't moving, they don't go out the other part of the Bermuda triangle. With the plane in ruins and everyone else clueless on what do do and where to go, Danny takes charge. Will they make it out? And if they do, will Danny's secret stay a secret?

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DANNY PHANTOM OR THE COVER IMAGE!

ALL CREDIT GOES TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS!

Third Person POV

"Okay class! Settle down!" The bald, overweight, middle aged male standing in the front of the room bellowed. He raised his hand up to his chin, rubbing the hair there as if thinking. "Now, you all know that I sent home an e-mail to your parents a few days ago saying that we will be visiting the Bermuda triangle for an assignment, correct?" Heads nodded and kids whispered excitedly, despite the knowledge that there would be an essay due after the trip. The man tugged at his black tie and light blue shirt as he spoke again. "And you all have your stuff it you, correct?" A chorus of 'Yes Mr. Lancer.' and bobbing heads answered.

A few kids opened their bags and double checked that they had their trivial things such as lipstick or footballs, but three individuals were more practical than that. In the very back of the classroom, away from prying eyes, sat three seventeen year old seniors. Two boys and a girl sat digging through weapons that ranged from an upgraded anti-creep stick to miniature ecto-granade launchers. The dark haired, five foot eleven, muscular boy in the middle of the trio, half ghost Danny Fenton (or Phantom depending on the situation), packed some special channelers created to look like ecto-guns, but are just powered by his hands so he can use his ecto-blast without anyone knowing.

The barrette wearing, less muscular, dark skinned, five foot eight human male to Danny's left, Tucker Foley, was counting how many specter deflectors and lipstick lasers he had been able to fit into his backpack and cargo pants, which were upgraded with new hidden pockets.

The dark haired five foot eight human goth girl to his right was shuffling through a few ecto-guns and a first aid kit herself, but she actually did have their regular items such as a few extra changes of clothes for all of them, a hairbrush, hair ties, food, water, a PDA, and an extra pair of glasses for tucker. Although the extra glasses, unlike the ones he was wearing, didn't have access to his PDA, as they only upgraded one. Danny had a retractable double sided katakana tucked away in his cargo pants. Sam, who was wearing one of Danny's black and purple Dumpy Humpty t-shirts tied into a hair tie at the side to reveal her purple undershirt, had hidden a small ecto-ray of her own in the baggy shirt, since her black stretchy skinny jeans wouldn't hide it too well. Their ice blue, azure, and violet eyes scanned the class carefully. Sam and Danny's identical black combat books tapped against the beige tile floor impatiently, awaiting the next ghost that they, well, most likely Danny, would have to fight.

"Well?" Mr. Lancer suddenly spoke, brushing off his grey dress pants. "What are we waiting for? Let's go people!" The entire class, save three people, cheered.

"I don't like this." Danny hissed to his two friends. "I don't like this one bit."

"Danny," Sam said as she solely laid a hand on his shoulder. "I know you don't like leaving Amity Park, but it's only for a short period of time. Well be back before you know it." Danny sighed, tugging at the end of his thin, baggy, black long sleeve t-shirt, the sleeves hiding a snake tattoo that ran from his collarbone, where the tail was, to his knuckles, where the head was, the body of the snake coiled around Danny's arm. It wasn't Danny's choice to get the tattoo, mind you. It was a new power. He could, using ecto-energy, make the snake come to like and use it during a fight. He learned that when Skulker got a bit to close for his liking.

"Thanks Sam. I still have a bad feeling though." He said, slinging his bag, which was the (purposely on Danny's part) heaviest of the three. The three followed the rest of the class out front and into the school bus, staying in the back where they would go virtually unnoticed.

"Hey man, it comes with the territory." Tucker said as the bus started.

"I suppose." Danny grumbled as he leaned his forehead against the cool glass of the rattling window. Closing his eyes, his fingers rhythmically drummed against his thigh, telling Sam and Tucker not to disturb him if they could help it, as he wasn't asleep, just scanning the town for any threats. If Danny were to open his eyes they would be a brilliant white with hints of blue, as it was a part of his ice powers. A more advanced ghost sense, if you will. He pulled his sense back when he didn't feel anything too bad and sighed, ceasing the drumming of his fingers. Danny shot awake when the bus came to a sudden stop, and his peers started filing out.

"Geez." Danny said as he stood. "Where did time go?"

"Into your daydreams apparently." Sam said as they all picked up their bags. The three filed out of the bus, thanking the driver, and walked into the airport. The students talked amongst their groups as they awaited their plane. They all watched in fascination as an Embraer 145 pulled up to the boarding dock. It was a small plane, only holding 25-45 people, but it was big enough for the class. The class boarded, most awed by the plane, as they'd never been in one before. The trio however, who were predictably heading towards the back of the plane, we're twitchy and tense. Danny stuck to the window, where he could feel like he was flying, Sam sitting next to him with Tucker next to the isle. Danny calmed down as soon as the plane left the ground, and calmed down even more when they reached their peak elevation. Though not as calming to Danny as flying outside the giant metal machine, it was calming to be in the air. Darkness swarmed at the edge of his vision as his body tried to shut down for a few hours. While he no longer need as much sleep as he did, as his tolerance grew with the strength of his ghost half, he still needed some sleep, might as well get it now. He let the blanket of darkness engulf him as the roar of the engine lulled him to sleep.

Danny's eyes shot open and he was alert the second the alarms blared, screams were heard, and the plane started loosing altitude. He unbuckled his seat belt and quickly made his way to the front of the plane, where a frantic stewardess and locked door stood between him and the pilot in the cockpit. He quickly but gently moved the frantic crying woman and kicked the door down with his ghostly strength, as the door was reinforced. Bursting inside, Danny quickly analyzed the situation. There was no co-pilot, as this plane was to small. The pilot, who was out cold, seemed to have a head injury from something that was in the plane, but there was nothing loose inside. The flight panel, which also seemed to have some damage, was sparking in quick succession. Danny pulled the pilot out of his seat and buckled him into the seat closest to them, also telling the stewardess to sit down and buckle up. The woman tried to protest but Danny had already gone back into the cockpit and sat down in the pilots seat, examining the controls. Using his knowledge of the airplane simulations he played when he downloaded the space shuttle one and it referenced him to planes, he quickly righted the plane. Unfortunately, the right engine decided that this was the time to blow out, and a jolt from the plane knocked Danny unconscious. He didn't even realize that his right shirt sleeve caught fire from the sparking flight controls.