The Bermuda Triangle...

No one knows what may come in it, or come out of it. Shrouded in mystery, this odd seaside phenomenon has been the subject of many myths and legends. And that, is where our story be—

"SHUT UP!"

DAMMIT, Liz! I'm trying to tell our story, here! I'm the NARRATOR, member'?

"Well, you sound lame, so I'm takin' over. So it all started when we went on this cruise, me and a buncha losers that I didn't know would be my friends, and—"

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Rachel positively hated the five-day Bahama cruise.

Ever since she was grounded for doing something that she hadn't committed, it seemed as though she was never allowed to do anything fun. So while her parents were out having a date night in the lower deck, she decided to sneak out to the cruise zip line, and have some fun for once.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" She exclaimed, feeling the insane g-force winds.

This was freedom like she had never felt ever before.

She soared above the cruise, and went so fast, she was able to touch the feathers of a nearby seagull, and steal a bite of some dude's frozen yogurt.

"Oh gosh, oh golly..." she said, once she was finished with the zip line. "Am I sure in trouble now..."

And then, it happened.

In an instant, the ship's alarm came on, and everyone had to evacuate to the lifeboats. Rachel was so dazed that she was hit by a massive dude, and fell, flat upon the floor. No one even bothered to pick her up like she was a normal human being, and instead, she was kicked into the waves of the ocean, amidst a humongous storm.

As she drifted about at sea, her pastel-colored tube top became ripped to shreds, her long shorts now became daisy dukes. She did not care or notice any of this, as she was far too busy being unconscious, face-down in saltwater. Her parents certainly didn't notice she wasn't there either, they just loaded up with whatever remnants of the buffet there were and left the boat.

Rachel hadn't the slightest thought of what would befall her next...