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animar64

Sep 15

RDP Friday: TRIANGLE

A few days ago I read an article that asked and tried to answer a very interesting question-

What happened to the Bermuda Triangle?

Where did it go?

Once upon a time the Devil's Triangle gobbled up ships, and planes. Sometimes it didn't eat the ships, but it did feast on the crew and then one day it stopped, which is a mystery in itself.

Of course now that we understand forensics, science, weather patterns and how easy it is for people to lose their marbles at Sea we came to understand what was happening in the Devil's Triangle.

What we came to grips with was that nothing happened in the Devil's Triangle that couldn't be explained by calm, cool rational thinking. UFOs, Pirates, Ghost Ships and curses factored into ANY of these disappearances.

Schooner Carroll A. Deering, as seen from the Cape Lookout lightship on January 28, 1921.

But like many things, sometimes you have to think outside the box in order to see the entire picture.

Let's look at the Deering who ran aground minus her crew. The crews personal effects and the Captains Log and her navigation equipment were gone. Her lifeboats was also gone and in total she had suffered damage that would have rendered her incapable of being able to sail.

So come on Science and Psychology- what happened to the Deering? No? You have nothing?

Okay then. I'll give it a shot.

I think her crew were murdered, I think someone on her crew was in cahoots with the individuals who did the deed. Who knows why? It was 1921 and thug Gangsters were beginning to flourish like weeds in a vacant lot. Maybe it had something to do with crime.

Next to her crew, in the end, the Deering also suffered extensive damage and because of it she was never going to sail again so she was dynamited and her remains were scattered at Sea.

That was one way to handle a question that had no good answer, wasn't it?

Problem solved and questions dealt with.

As a side note, (from Wikipedia ) her bow later drifted ashore on Ocracoke island. Wooden timbers from ther wreck also washed ashore on Hatteras Island, and were used by local residents to build houses.

I love the macabre but there is no way I'd live in a house built from the wood of what was probably a floating coffin for a crew that in all probability met a nightmare of a death. It leaves me to wonder, how could you open a door or hang a portrait from a wall from the very spot a man may expired and in that moment before he died he was terrified?

You may be able to take the Devil out of the triangle- but one way or another he's going to find a way back in. He's sly like that.