I'm going to admit, I haven't really been interested in FF for a long while. As a matter of fact, I've been more interested in Five Nights at Freddy's stuff. Never played the game, admittedly, but I've somehow gotten used to the jump scares.

Back on topic, this is more of a crossover than a regular story. No, it does not involve FNaF or any horror game like that; rather, it involves something I've been trying to get out of my head for a long time: the Bermuda Triangle. Fair warning to all readers: it could get confusing. As in, like, two different plot lines going on at once: the RWBY story and the Bermuda story. And for all of you who like a set number of OC's in each story, be ready to have a heart attack (again) because there are going to be a whole bunch of 'em in this story. Those numbers will definitely be lowered, but I still feel as though I should give you a fair warning.

Back on topic, I really hope you guys enjoy this story. And I seriously hope to Heaven, Hell, and everywhere in between that I don't confuse too many people (or anyone at all, for that matter).

Before I forget, let me point out that I do not own RWBY, but my fictional idea for the Bermuda Triangle is my idea. Any current Original Characters in the story are of my own creation, along with any weird sub-species of humans minus the Faunus and the actual Humans. Any confusion is entirely my fault, but I suggest that any and all victims of confusion notify me to either fix it or re-clarify it for them in either a PM or an email. My email will be both in the A/N post-chapter and in my Profile (at least, it will be).

Now, with all that out of the way, let's get to the actual story itself.


The Lost World of Remnant

Chapter 1: Aboard the Soulkeeper


When the human race was born nearly four thousand years ago, they supposedly originated only in the four modern-day areas of Vale, Mistral, Vacuo, and Atlas. At least, that's according to modern-day history experts. In reality, there were eight origination points; the other four were islands surrounded by a mysterious field of magnetic energy known as the Bermuda Magnetic Field. One of these islands - the center-most island of the cluster - was the source of the mysterious Field. It was also the reason why these humans were so different from humans of the other four points of origination and from each other. The humans of the mainlands had their Auras and Semblances, but they didn't have what the humans of the Bermudas had; simultaneously, the inhabitants of the hidden islands didn't have Auras like the mainland humans and Faunus did.

Starting with the geography, the four islands in the Bermuda Magnetic Field were rather large, being 12 miles long at the smallest and 23 miles at the largest. The central island was called Gunsmoke Island, due to its rather dense fog and sulfuric smell. Its beaches were the strangest aspect, with sand colored like rainbows lining the beaches. It is said in some areas that the trees grow apples sweeter than candy, with the inhabitants being more kind than the most perfect of peoples.

The northern-most island was known as Hell's Gates, and that title was rather fitting. This volcanic island was surrounded with unnaturally dark seas, lined with black beaches, and topped with a towering active volcano - called the Throne of Hell - peaking at twelve thousand feet high. Any and all normal vegetation would've burned to a crisp here, leaving any and all other life to starve or burn; thanks to the supernatural energy field caused by Gunsmoke Island, however, the flora and fauna here survived the heat of the volcano, even going so far as to become metallic in and of themselves. The human inhabitants of Hell's Gates had this impossible mutation, but they could, with proper willpower, turn their organs into metallic parts and/or pieces of advanced machinery, and vice versa, which would explain why they were called Knights. They ran a strange combination between a democracy and a communist regime, but it worked since the inhabitants always seemed to have similar goals; thus being said, they rarely needed a leader to command them.

The south-eastern island, where sailors used to get lost, was known as Paradise Island; unlike Hell's Gates, this title only fit for the outward appearance. It used to be a tropical island, but the inhabitants later built a rather large city to make it look like a rather small piece of Heaven. Speaking of inhabitants, the humans on that island had rather large wings spanning from 22-foot wingspans all the way up to nearly 56-foot wingspans, hence their nickname 'Angels'; strangely, though, this sub-species couldn't use these wings whatsoever. Their style of government was a monarchy of sorts, with the leader being known as the 'Archangel'. The citizens of the massive city, on the contrary to what most would think, were self-righteous, considering all others except for the Knights to be beneath them.

The south-western island had no real name, though no one cared enough to name it in the first place. The area was covered in lush jungles, lit by the full glory of the sun. It was a rarity for clouds to block out the sun for more than two days at a time. The people here were sort of like the Knights, but instead of metallic protrusions and organs they had bone and cartilage protrusions as strong as or stronger than steel, along with bone spikes which they could fire off like an arrow or javelin; they were known as Skeletals, although the Angels referred to them as 'Diablos'. In their early days these people built rather small wooden huts, but they later changed to significantly larger brick houses. They ran a republic with a leader elected for life. Each leader had to meet specific requirements, though the tie-breakers were rather hilarious at points: once, about two centuries ago, two candidates got into an unbreakable stalemate, so to solve this they agreed to a match of paper rock scissors - the winner won 3,845 rounds while the loser only won 55 of 3,900 rounds, and the only reason the winner won was because he used pistol instead of scissors when he figured that he was rather terrible at the game.

Like the normal humans and the Faunus, the three hidden sub-species had powerful abilities; these abilities weren't Semblances, because they were rather generic and weren't tied to Aura. The Knights could send electricity arcing from their bodies to an unfortunate prey, either stunning it or frying it instantly. The Angels could somehow change the magnetic fields around them to enable a rather slow and unstable flight, but they made up for this when they learned to fire off beams of light as strong as or stronger than an artillery shell. The Skeletals - when and only when they grew their armor plates - could spontaneously ignite without damage to their bodies; when they fired off a spike while on fire, the projectile would explode on impact, sending flaming bits of cartilage and bone shrapnel. Only in rare instances did the humans of the Bermudas ever develop a supernatural ability beyond these; it was speculated that these abilities came from a hidden mutation or sheer willpower alone, but some considered them to be a curse or a mistake from God and tried to eradicate those unfortunate enough to be targeted by them.


(Modern day, 3 miles off the west coast of Vale)

"Okay," a teen boy - wearing a gray jacket - interrupted, grabbing the attention of the other five figures in the cramped wooden room. "I don't mean to sound rude, I really don't. I get the fact that you want us to know all of this, and I'm really glad that you're trying to tell us the history of these civilizations. I've just got one question for ya." A groan could be heard from the other end of the well-worn, candle-lit wooden table. Another boy around his age swatted him upside the back of his head.

"Were ye paying me any mind at all," a grown man wearing a thin leather vest and a bandanna on his head complained. "I told ye not three bloody minutes ago; how could ye have lost yer marbles that soon, lad?"

"Uh, have you met Jason," a second boy - wearing a sleeveless dark blue shirt - spoke up. "The boy can't calculate one plus one with the answer right in front of him."

"I can too," Jason shouted, slamming his fist on the table.

"Oh really," the second boy challenged. "Then tell me the answer - ."

"Don't care."

"So I see," a girl in a blood-stained blue button-up muttered, earning her a glare from both young men.

"Jason," the grown man uttered. "I hope you realize that the less you pay attention, the more Max will try to kill you with his over-sized tree branch."

"I heard that," Max yelled as Jason tackled him. The girl just stared at the two brutish warriors as they began wrestling on the floor before groaning and turning to a second girl in a rose-red dress which cut off at the knees.

"Can't you just get the two to stop," she demanded. "I mean, one of them's your boyfriend and the other's his brother - ."

"Please, Dannie," the other responded to her friend. "Don't remind me. Besides, if one or both of them die it'll be the lesser of two evils."

"Amy," Dannie scolded her friend. "They're your family; the least you can do is keep them from killing each other." Amy groaned, proceeding to pull out two tasers from her pink handbag and shocking the two young men unconscious.

"There. You happy?"

"Do I have to toss one of ye overboard, or can we focus on me now," the first adult screamed at the top of his lungs, causing the group of rambunctious teens to shut up. "Thank ye. Bloody Hell, you're more jumpy than a bunch of drunk squirrels." A deep, long burp echoed from the other end of the table; upon turning, the man found it to be his crewman with a bottle of rum in his hands.

"Squirrels can't get flunked," the drunken man slurred. "They just crawl all over the place, crawl up yer pants, in yer boots, in yer clothes. I think I've got one in me cap right now."

"That's it," muttered Jason, recently recovered from getting tased in the groin. He pulled out a war hammer and, swinging it like a golf club, sent the drunk crewman out the door. "Problem solved."

"He'll be back for more, I can almost see it now," a bulkier adult wearing a navy jacket muttered. "Now, shall we continue? Or do we want to keep on acting like wee little lassies some more?"

"I take offense to that," Dannie called out.

Just then, the door to the cabin was torn off its hinges. In the doorway was a teen boy - wearing iron battle armor and wielding a large war hammer with a blade at one end - lying on his back. Said boy swung his hammer, using the momentum to pick himself up, gave out a harsh battle cry, and charged his opponent. Said opponent - dawning the full setup of a cowboy and wielding two long daggers - readied himself as the hammer-wielding teen charged.

"Ten on Will, four on Chris," a crewman mentioned, pointing at the two boys. "I think Will's gonna win, what with his hammer an all, but Chris keeps laying the foundation on 'im. I feel sorry for the boy, but he's put up a pretty good fight with two knives so far."

"I'll put five on Chris," a second crewman offered as he passed by. "Next up is a catfight for the ages: Lillian versus Angie."

"Oh, God," Amy moaned. "Who's after them?"

"Haven't gotten that far yet, though I think it'll be Davie versus Jason."

"Oh, God," Dannie moaned. "Just look at Will. He's getting murdered out there."

"Serves him right, charging the way he is over there," a black haired girl dressed in a strange set of iron/leather armor commented.

"Ugh. As soon as he gets out of there, I'll patch him up. Hey, whose idea was this anyways?"

"Dunno, and don't care."

"Hey," a dark-skinned boy spoke up as he slid down a rope from the crow's nest of the dutch clipper known as the Soulkeeper.

"Hi, Jorge," Dannie and Amy replied once he landed on deck.

"Has anyone seen Angela or David anywhere nearby?"

"No clue, but they'd better hurry up," the nearest crewman muttered. "Angie's got a match as soon as Willie's done losing."


(Thousands of feet above)

Seagulls crowed as they flew peacefully... until they were roasted as David flew by in a roar of flame and blown away as Angela flapped her 22-1/2-foot wings. David didn't have his bone armor plates all the way out, just around his hands and feet. He cried out in joy, enjoying the rush of cool air blowing past him at over 120 mph. Angela chuckled as her friend roared under her, propelling them both up another few feet.

"Hey, David," Angela called to the rocket-like boy over the wind and the propulsive fire emitted from his hands and feet. "You want to try using your wings again?"

"What," her friend called, probably not hearing the question right.

"I said, do you want to try using your wings again?"

"What wings? I already told you I don't have wings like yours. I can glide, I can go ballistic, and I can crash land, but my limitless power ends there."

"Just try," she attempted to persuade him again. "You can grow, like, cartilage wings, right?"

"For gliding, yes," he confirmed. "Complete with muscle, not so much. Complete with feathers, not happening. My mother may have been an Angel, but I'm a Skeletal like Dad - ."

"It doesn't matter, David," Angela interrupted. "If you do it right, you can still fly. Just grow a pair of those bone-y wings of yours and dive. If you did it right, you'll pull up before you hit the water." He had to think about it, but with her persistence he couldn't help but cave in.

"Oh, alright," he agreed. "Fine. But if I hit the water, don't come after me; I may sink like a rock, but I can still fly like a rocket."

The fire from his hands and feet slowly went out. He let himself feel the wind for a few more seconds before he dove, but he got hit by a massive black bird. Angela pulled out a mystical sword from its sheath on her waist, readying herself for an attack before she tucked her wings in and dove to save her friend.


David fought with the bird as hard as he could, but it was way too big for him to handle on his own. He could feel his anger surge through his body as heat radiated from his body. His bone plates emerged from his skin as he lit ablaze and scorched the bird's massive claws. He forced the pressure from under his skin to directly under the inferno surrounding his bone plates.

"Get off of me, you over-sized chicken," he growled at the bird before releasing the pressure and sending a powerful shockwave of fire and explosive force at the bird. Said creature instantly exploded into a ball of burning feathers and flesh before popping like a balloon altogether.

After he put out the fire and re-absorbed the bone plates surrounding him, he turned himself in midair only to find that he was only sixty yards from the surface of the water. He screamed like a banshee, igniting his arms as his bone plates surrounded his body once more. His nose just barely grazed the water. He flew back up to Angela, keeping an eye out for more of the massive crows.

"Let's wait until we know I won't get hit by a bird the size of a passenger jet before we go trying that again."


END

A/N: That was rather interesting to write. I wanted to have something else happen near the end of this story, but I couldn't have that happen just yet.

Before I go on and end this chapter, let me prevent some confusion and give some character bios and a history on the ship they ride on currently.


Jason

Other names: Boy Wonder, Atlantean, Jay

Age: 17-1/2

Gender: Male

Sub-Species: Atlantean (the island was lost, not destroyed; I like the idea of humans surviving in an underwater bubble)

Height: 6' 2" (or 188 cm in Metrics)

Weight: 180 lbs (or 82 kg)

Hair: Dark Brown

Eyes: Silver-Gray (irises glow blue-green when enraged)

Appearance: Wears a red shirt with a gray trench coat, tattered silver cargo pants, and black cowboy-style boots with red embroidery. Sometimes wears a red and black bandanna over mouth, silver sunglasses, and a gray sailor cap.

Battle Armor: Same as everyday wear.

Weapon: Random, unpredictable weapons, though he commonly uses M-16's and Glock 18's. In sticky situations, he will start using 9" knives. If all else fails, he will start using swords made from the teeth of a Megalodon.

Bio: Orphaned at age 8 (like Batman), found by anti-pirates at age 10, trained by Midshipman Ned. Brother of Max, boyfriend of Amy.

Personality: Loses focus quickly. Sometimes falls asleep when he thinks there's something that doesn't affect him. Regardless of this ignorance, he can be rather compassionate and protective, which is how he came to be (and stay) with Amy. Sometimes gets so passionate/protective of something that he will defend it to the death.

Extra Abilities: Underwater breathing, can transform into a Megalodon/aerial shark (aerial sharks are basically sharks with wings, legs, and actual lungs).


Max

Other names: Maxie, Maxwell, Maximo, Hot-Head, Fire Golem

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Sub-Species: half-human, half-Fire Golem.

Height: 6' (183 cm)

Weight: 168 lbs (76 kg)

Hair: Slightly lighter than Jason's.

Eyes: Darker than Royal Blue (irises glow bright blue when enraged)

Appearance: Loves the color blue, so everything he wears has to have something to do with said color. Otherwise, his casual wear is completely random.

Battle Armor: Same as casual wear.

Weapon: Flamethrowers, machine guns, explosives, etc... pretty much anything that causes a great deal of damage.

Bio: Given to Jason's parents at age 3, orphaned at age 8 (like Jason and Batman), found by anti-pirates at age 10, trained by Midshipman Spike. Brother of Jason.

Personality: Blatant, blunt, and pretty short-tempered. All in all, his good day is a bad one. However, when he finds someone who will care for him, he will return that care twice over. When severely wounded or extremely angered, he will get extremely vicious.

Extra Abilities: generic abilities of a Fire Golem (shoots fireballs from hands, spontaneously combusts, can control anything which pertains to fire).


Dannie

Other names: Danielle

Age: 16-1/2

Gender: Female

Sub-Species: human

Height: 5' 11" (180 cm)

Weight: 159 lbs (72 kg)

Hair: Blond with red tips

Eyes: Indigo

Appearance: Wears a blood-stained blue button-up loaned from Will, a red skirt loaned from Amy, and white leather boots.

Battle Armor: Blue shirt, white leather jacket, white leggings w/ blue trim, a white combat skirt w/ blue trim, and the white leather boots.

Weapons: Silver cutlass, gold rapier, white gold revolvers.

Bio: Trained by ex-pirate father, joined anti-pirates at age 15. Secretly loves Will.

Personality: Selfless, shy, and loving simultaneously, her mood can switch around rather quickly. She is rather experienced in detecting emotion, but never uses it against anyone, no matter who it is. However, it still isn't wise to insult her or catch her on a bad day.

Extra Abilities: Nearly infinite Aura, Semblance is increased speed and stronger skin.


Amy

Other names: Amanda, Frostbite

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Sub-Species: half-Angel (Father), half-human (Mother)

Height: 6' (183 cm)

Weight: 162 lbs (74 kg)

Hair: Blond w/ hints of brown (normally tied up in pony tail)

Eyes: Blue w/ faint hints of purple

Appearance: Red dress (cuts off at knees), pink boots, white snowflake earrings.

Battle Armor: Blue combat top w/ purple trim, purple combat skirt w/ blue trim, the pink boots, and the white snowflake earrings clip into her hair.

Weapons: White gold rapier, pink whips.

Bio: Trained by father (owner of a rather large criminal corporation), ran away at 13, joined anti-pirates at age 15. Could care less about people, doesn't like

Personality: Indifferent (much like Weiss, but without the temper problems). When attitude is thrown her way, she can return it with a vengeance on the turn of a dime. Likes Jason because he cares for her despite her past.

Extra Abilities: Electro-receptive, control over ice (I don't know whether its 'cryo-kinesis' or 'cyro-kinesis', because Spell-check keeps saying both are wrong).


Will

Other names: William, Willie, Hammer Boy, Pipsqueak

Age: 16-3/4

Gender: Male

Sub-Species: half-Olympian (a species from the floating city Olympus w/ extreme strength and control over certain aspects of nature; some called the species 'gods', hence the Greeks believing in 'the gods of Olympus')

Height: 6' 11" (211 cm) (rather short for an Olympian)

Weight: 265 lbs (120 kg)

Hair: Black

Eyes: Yellow

Appearance: Always wears his armor.

Battle Armor: Iron everything, stitched together w/ leather. Think Roman/Greek armor.

Weapons: War Hammer w/ a spike at one end. Also uses an electrically charged sword.

Bio: Thrown off Olympus by his father (who claims to be the descendant of Zeus) as a baby, caught and raised by Angels, found by anti-pirates at age 6-1/2, trained by Midshipman Hefty. Hates racists, hates bullies, and hates terrorists.

Personality: Selfless, rather self-cautious because of his sheer size, and overall shy. He hates discrimination because of the discrimination he earned as a youth, and gets beyond mad when he sees/receives such a horror. Very passionate about protecting everyone, and will go so far as to risk his own life to do so. Can't help but feel drawn to Dannie and has no idea why.

Extra Abilities: Electro-reception, electro-kinesis


Lillian

Other names: Lilly

Age: 15-3/4

Gender: Female

Sub-Species: human (brought out Spirit power in training w/ old master) (no Aura)

Height: 5' 8" (173 cm)

Weight: 142 lbs (64 kg)

Hair: Brown (cut to her shoulders)

Eyes: Blue (Black when enraged)

Appearance: Wears bright-colored short-sleeve shirts, blue jeans, and gray sneakers.

Battle Armor: Looks sort of like a Samurai, but with a similarly-fashioned combat skirt.

Weapons: Twin katanas, nunchaku, shuriken, double-bladed scythe (blades are brought out with her meditative Spirit).

Bio: Grew fond of martial arts, especially that of ninjutsu, kung fu, karate, and tae kwon doe. When her master was killed when she was 9, she vowed revenge and found a new master, who taught her the ways of Samurai. At age 14, she was nearly killed by the same assassins who took her master when Chris dropped in and almost literally brought Hell to Earth (or Remnant, whichever sounds better). She's been with the anti-pirates ever since.

Personality: Capable of compassion, but said capability is buried deep within her due to the death in her life. Short-fused temper, believes in life-debts, and hates romance. She believes she owes her life to Chris (and always will) and is willing to go out of her way to pay it off for him in any way she can.

Extra Abilities: Capable of transferring energy to her weapons; scythe blades glow when extended in this fashion.


Chris

Other names: Christian, Hell Bringer, Angel of Hell.

Age: 15-3/4

Gender: Male

Sub-Species: human (no Aura, cursed)

Height: 5' 10" (178 cm)

Weight: 150 lbs (68 kg)

Hair: Black (disappears when enraged)

Eyes: Black (Orange when enraged)

Appearance: Full appearance of a cowboy, stirrups and all. When hiding, he wears a faded gray robe and hood

Battle Armor: Same as casual unless enraged, in which case it looks like he's been to Hell and back. Oh wait...

Weapons: Pistols, 6" knives, hidden blades (when hiding), his face (when enraged)

Bio: Was cursed at age 3 to be the Hell Bringer, a powerful being which can literally bring Hell's doorstep to your feet. Like the Ghost Rider, it is also one of the few Angels of Hell out there, hence Chris's nickname. He accidentally burned his house down at age 9-1/2 when the Hell Bringer first came out; he ran away, was found by the anti-pirates, and has lived with them ever since. At age 14, he found Lillian approaching death and surrounded by assassins; this was the first time he intentionally unleashed the Hell Bringer, burning the souls of the assassins and reviving Lillian simultaneously. She has been following his lead and every command/suggestion ever since.

Personality: Always angry, can focus his attention on the smallest of features. Never cares for anyone, but is always willing to help. Does not believe in life-debts, and does not understand why Lillian is so determined to pay off a debt which he believes never existed in the first place. Definitely not romantically inclined, though he does have a fancy for repairing the damage done to Lillian's life. Gets rather annoyed when friends, allies, and even strangers try to get him and Lillian to go on a date, and sometimes beats them to Hell (rarely literally, though it has happened).

Extra Abilities: Hell Bringer


Angela

Other names: Angie, Angel, Shining Light, etc.

Age: 16-3/4 (2 months away from 17)

Gender: Female

Sub-Species: Angel

Height: 6' 5" (195 cm)

Weight: 195 lbs (89 kg) (15 of that is the wings)

Wingspan: 45' (13.72 m)

Feather Color: White, gold around edges and near back

Hair: Blond

Eyes: Deep Blue

Appearance: Normally wears a red shirt w/ blue jeans, blue sneakers, and wears her hair braided over her shoulder (want a clearer picture? Watch Frozen, and you'll see what I'm talking about). Sometimes wears sky blue jacket to hide her wings.

Battle Armor: Save for the sheath to her sword, exactly the same.

Weapons: White gold sword with gold, lion head-shaped guard and matching sheath

Bio: Her father, the Archangel, never really cared for her, so he almost literally gave her to the anti-pirates when she was around 5. She and David have been through many adventures together, from exploring Atlantis and Olympus to fighting off gigantic mutated t-rexes.

Personality: Infinitely caring, selfless, and loving, she rarely feels emotions other than happiness. She comforts those feeling sadness and like feelings, though this sometimes gets to her and she even breaks down in tears. She never strays far away from David's side, but she will sometimes go on solo flights to alleviate her stress. She can sometimes see wings on David's back, though she tries not to say anything about it; this sometimes gets difficult, as she comes close to slipping up at these points.

Extra Abilities: Shoots out beams of light (obviously), heals upon skin contact, and has the rare Infinity Power of Paradise Island (aka she can control anything and everything pertaining to her birthplace, including the very life source of the island). She also has the Angel Gatekeeper Power (basically makes her sword a million times better and gives her a rather distracting bit of armor, along with a couple of other super awesome things).


David

Other names: Davie, Dave, Burning Angel, Anti-Angel

Age: 16-3/4 (1-1/2 months away from 17)

Gender: Male

Sub-Species: half-Skeletal (father), half-Angel (mother)

Height: 6' 6" (198 cm)

Weight: 185 lbs (84 kg)

Hair: Dirty Blond

Eyes: Silver-Blue (glow bright blue when angry)

Appearance: When not hiding, he wears a white t-shirt, a black leather biker jacket, blue denim cargo pants, and gray sneakers. When hiding or hunting, he wears a black hood and cape over his casual wear to disguise himself.

Battle Armor: Same thing until enraged, then it becomes bone plates. When he's really mad, the bone armor will light ablaze; beyond that, it will basically become one with the fire and turn into a red-hot metal-like armor that is twice as strong as steel and twice as dense as bone. Beyond that, he will be engulfed in a bright light, coming out in golden armor that makes him look both awesome and twenty creepypastas simultaneously (in other words, he will look like a piece of Heaven and Hell's worst nightmare at the same time. And Hell don't have nightmares).

Weapons: His bone spikes, the red-hot metal sword that comes from its corresponding armor, or a bright golden sword that comes from its corresponding armor.

Bio: Kidnapped by legitimate pirates at age 5, nearly got sold as a slave before anti-pirates saved him. He's been on numerous adventures with Angela, though sometimes he still has nightmares about his half-brother Niel (more on him in a later chapter).

Personality: He's a loner. Only a prick when he wants to be left alone. Cares more about Angela than anyone else in the world, though he gets confused when she slips up about him having wings. He normally joins her in free-flights (which get more and more common as they get more and more stressed out) and stands by the Soulkeeper's railings and gazes up at the stars with her to remember their home. He always feels pressured by the world, but he never loses his grip on his faith. Not interested in romantic relationships, though will openly admit when alone that he has feelings for Angela.

Extra Abilities: Skeletal Gatekeeper Power (gives him that expensive armor along with some super amazing powers that look more god-like than Superman), Infinity Power of Ultima Isle* (Makes him even more powerful, though he hasn't discovered it yet/ *Ultima Isle is the name of his home because it is the only island even remotely visible to normal humans).


As for the Soulkeeper, it is a Dutch Clipper (I don't know how big they are, but the ship looks like a dutch clipper) modified to transform into a Battleship (not the modern one, more of a World War 2 era battleship) when in sticky situations. This wasn't the first ship owned by this group of anti-pirates (known as the Keepers), but it sure is the toughest.


Alright, that's about it. I'm going to wrap this up really quickly, as school is almost out and I just now applied for a job. By the way, I did not include Jorge yet because he isn't a major character in the Bermuda plot yet. The next chapter will be the perspective of the legitimate pirates, some of whom I will introduce as major characters because I do plan to swap out the perspectives of the two sides every few chapters.

Keep in mind that, if you're confused, you can either send me a PM, wait a few chapters for the confusion to clear up, or send me an email.

My email will be in my profile sometime soon (I hope). I promised that I would put it down here, so here it is:

jay oh ess aych yoo ay ai arr oh en em ay en (at symbol) gee em ay ai ell dot see oh em. (Pardon the format, it won't let me type the address with just spaces)

Yes, I know. Sounds stupid, right? If you don't like that address, here's the other one:

jay dee see ell ay arr kay eight seven nine eight (at symbol) gee em ay ai ell dot see oh em.

I made that one because the former sounded absolutely stupid. Besides, the former email is kind of full. The latter is a backup, which is why I suggest you use the latter.

It's, like, midnight right now (when I finished this chapter), so I'm going to sign out and go to bed. Look forward to the next chapter, R&R (somebody please tell me what that stands for), and get some legitimate rest. Gen. Texas, signing out.