Throughout the history of man, unexplained phenomena have stood next to the great advancements of civilization throughout the annals of time. Myths, legends, religions, seeming relics of a bygone era; and yet, they've never left our side. With the advent of science and communication in this modern society, mysterious happenings are brushed aside by skeptical theorists. However, those of strong will and sharp mind know of the strange and unique powers at play in the world. The ones who control such fortitude, Stand Users, face the world from a different perspective, one of knowing and one of danger. Despite this, there are some mysteries yet solved by either sect of humanity. The year is 2021, and a bizarre journey is about to begin with two seafaring vessels, mere hours apart in schedule, cutting through the Atlantic Ocean towards the island chain just South of the enigmatic Bermuda Triangle...
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A sweltering sea breeze blows a salty mist over the bow of a small passenger ship. The warbling of gulls overhead shares an important message to the observant; land is close by. Among the small cast of tourists and crew, gawking at the shimmering cerulean surrounding them, were four distinct individuals. The expressions splayed across their faces were varied at best, but a hint of nervous anticipation shone from their eyes. Ten minutes passed and the murmur of excitement grew as the outline of a small island filled with color under the unrelenting midday sun. Eventually their approach slowed, the isle no longer a distant scene as they drifted towards the dock. Ropes were thrown, the anchor dropped, and seamen hopped overboard to tie down the boat. A swift disembark ensued.
The captain watched lazily, waiting until the craft was empty. A few returning passengers climbed aboard, stamped tickets in hand. A bellowing whistle signaled the quick departure of the ship. He scratched at his salt and pepper beard, glancing down at his watch. "Ahead of schedule…" He let out a sigh of relief. While he wasn't one to fall for sailors' tales, he had carefully picked a long route to avoid the sprawling water to their North. Enough stories of crafts being engulfed by a mist to never be seen again; it was enough to change a sane man's mind. He took one last look back, noting four men standing alone on the wharf, left behind by the swathes of vacation-goers heading inland. The small Bahama island would melt into the horizon, his attention turned to a new peculiar sight.
He squinted in confusion. If his tired eyes weren't deceived by the siren song of a mirage, he swore there was a lone barge piloting in from the Northeast waters. It was odd… there weren't supposed to be any other ships from any of the regular companies for 25 kilometers. He gave a barking command, cutting their speed to pass by the other vessel. He squinted at its approach, eyes widening with a primal dread. The light shining on the bridge illuminated a suffocating absence of crew. Paralyzed with shock, the rest of the crew and passengers soon joined him in watching the ghastly ship pass by, making its way towards their place of departure as if following instinct. The captain shook away his stunned stupor, immediately charting a new course following the West islands closely.