The Triangle and The Mountain: A Bermuda Triangle Adventure Read Online Free

month.”
    “Well, why don’t you come back to me? I don’t have
replacements yet.”
     “No thank you, Grant. Are you ready to order yet?”
    It was after the main course that Terence spoke to him.
“Ahem, Grant, I am in two minds here, please understand me well, but there is
something that I think I should tell you.” He looked over at the girl, who got
the hint.
    “Will you excuse me?” she asked and disappeared in the
direction of the bathrooms.
    “It is about time,” said Grant, addressing Terence, not the
girl.
    “The story is this,” said Terence. “Us three guys were just
walking all over the island looking at stuff when we came across this shop that
sells all kinds of things that have to do with voodoo, you know, for the
tourists. We walked in to see what they’ve got and in the corner we saw this
room where you could go for a consultation. We thought what the heck, let’s
have some fun. The woman in there did not throw bones or anything. She just
told us straight that there were four of us and that the one who was not there
was the owner of the boat on which we worked. She told us he was from Africa and
that he was bringing back the curse to the Triangle. Anybody who sailed with
him into the Triangle was going to drown. Just like that. We did not say a
word. We paid her and walked out.   Two days later we saw John leave. Jimmy and
I said that without John it’s just not the same, so we resigned as well.”
    “Drat! You were actually considering what this woman had
said to you!”
    “Listen, I don’t believe in that stuff either, ok. Nobody
wants to believe in that stuff. Jimmy and I never talk about it.”
    “Then why are you talking to me now about the stuff?”
    “I just thought you should know, that’s all. Perhaps.
Perhaps it was better not to tell you. Your lady is coming back. I’ll get the
dessert menu.”
    Grant thought it over and when Terence returned he laughed.
“Listen Terence, this is a good one. You were always the practical joker but
this one had me going there for a while. I bear no grudges my man. I’ll give
you an extra tip for the fun.”
    He repeated the story when he met with the boys over the
barbeque fire, Heineken in hand. Everybody thought it was hilarious. It was
apparently so funny that it spread like wildfire through the entire and rather
large yachting community on the island. As a result his enquiries for crew came
to nothing. People came, realised who he was and politely declined the offer of
employment.
    In the end he was forced to find Jimmy and Terence and
pleaded with them to tell the truth – to the South Africans on the lagoon in
the first place. Instead, they took him to the place where they found the
woman. When he walked in she knew who he was without introduction.
    “You must go back,” she said. “Go now, today, to Princess
Juliana airport and fly back to your country. Leave and get somebody to sell your
yacht.”
    Her words gave him an idea. “I know what is happening here,”
he said. “Somebody wants to buy my yacht and he knows it is not for sale. I’ll
pay double what this person had paid you. Just tell me who it is.”
    “Nobody paid me,” she said. “You have the curse, the Curse
of the Mountain.”
    “What mountain?” he asked.
    She found a piece of paper and drew the outline of a
mountain. Onto the side of the biggest peak she drew the face of something that
looked like a snake, or was it a skull? Whatever it was, it was ugly.
    She refused to take his offer of more money and even
declined to take the fee for the session. Something was going on and somebody
was behind it all. Whoever it was, he was getting fed-up with the intrigue, the
mystery and the superstitious minds of the people he had to deal with. It was
time to leave the island – on his yacht.

 
     
     
    CHAPTER TWO
     
    Toward the end of the year, early in the eighteenth century,
in high summer but on the cool side of a mountain, two men crouched by a