Anna-Marie

I pulled myself out of the crushed submarine, badly scratching my sides and legs in the process. The saltwater stang. That must have been the most fierce whirlpool in history! The submarine was completely crushed. I was way too far underwater to avoid drowning. It was so dark I didn't know which way was up, so I just guessed.  I swam as fast as I could, growing more and more weak. The salt stung my eyes badly, so I closed then for all the difference it would make. It seemed to take forever.

I hated it...

I was too weak...

I was in so much pain...

I couldn't breath...

And... and...

And I opened my eyes on dry land. At first I gasped for breath, but then quickly realised it wasn't necessary. I could breathe fine. My eyes still stung really badly, it seemed worse than before. It was the same with the cuts on my legs. I stood up shakily and looked around. It was strange that I was on dry land. Even more so that I was alive. I had been drowning further than halfway under the surface of the water. I'd been in... the Bermuda Triangle. Oh no.

"Ohmygod! You're Gwen Oceana!" someone exclaimed. Gwen Oceana? Who the heck was she? Who else would be stranded in the middle of nowhere, or the Bermuda Triangle? I looked over to where the voice had come from, and saw two girls. I also saw a ship wreck and a plane wreck. Three people, wrecked, in the Bermuda Triangle. That can't have been a coincidence. Could it?

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