Nordic Discord Challenge Throwback Thursday Genre: Psychedelic rock Theme: Bermuda triangle They found me drifting on a plank at daybreak, fishermen pulling me aboard with the practiced calm of men who know trouble when they see it. Our ship had crossed into the Bermuda Triangle at dawn, the crew steady, the sea quiet, nothing out of place. Then the compass wavered like it had forgotten its duty, and the hull answered with a long, uneasy strain. No wind rose. No swell warned us. Still the vessel leaned, not violently, just decisively, as though some unseen verdict had been passed. Planks dipped, ropes tightened on their own, and the ship slipped under with a certainty that left no time for questions. I grabbed a drifting spar and kicked away, watching the Triangle absorb the last of our deck as quietly as a sigh disappearing into the deep. All night I floated through a silence too controlled, the water guiding me outward with a strange patience, until dawn loosened its hold and the currents felt honest again. Now I sit wrapped in a rough blanket while the fishermen listen, nodding like men who’ve heard versions of this before. I offer no explanation. The sea gave none. It simply took, and then allowed me to leave. It allowed me. It allowed me. It allowed me To finally leave.
