This story is a little different from the ones I usually write. I've been writing it on and off for awhile, but now I just kind of want to share it with everyone and see where it goes! Enjoy! - Fixed the chilly/chili error!

Chapter One

Water spilled out of my mouth as I dragged myself over the sand. The waves still violently whipping against my back. Once I was finally out of the water, I rolled over onto my side and let the water that was trapped in my lungs out.

The water eventually stopped coming and I couldn't help but close my eyes. I was so tired. It'd been so long since I felt solid ground underneath me. I'd been in that boat for so long, I had forgotten what it felt like.

Six Days Ago

I leaned my head over the side and released all the contents that were in my stomach into the bag. Someone beside me laughed and placed their hand on my shoulder.

"A bit seasick huh?" Eric asked, his thick accent nearly covering his words.

"How'd ya guess?" I said sarcastically.

"Here," He said as he dropped an ear plug into my palm, "If you plug your left ear, it'll help."

I wasn't sure if it was true, but I quickly shoved the plug into my ear. I was willing to try anything. I had already gone through all of my motion sickness medicine, and it hadn't really worked all that well.

After a few moments, my stomach and head began to settled. I sighed in relief. Eric chuckled.

"See? I told you at the beginning of the voyage to do it. Modern medicine sucks."

"Thanks. Next time, I'll listen to you."

He just laughed and got up from the bench we were sitting on. I stayed back, sucking in as many breaths as I could from the cold night air. Once the seasickness passed, I started to feel hungry. I'd barely been eating since I'd been on this boat, but every time I put something into my mouth, it ended up coming right back up.

I walked down the stairs to where the kitchen was. The crew was already down there, laughing and passing around a pot of chili. Eric slid over, making room for me at the table.

"So, you're not puking your guts up anymore?" Mike asked.

I shook my head, "Can I have some?"

"Lemme get you a bowl." The cook said.

I thanked her when she put a bowl in front of me. I filled it with the chilly. I ate my chilly quietly and listened to their banter.

"Did you all see? We passed the artic triangle," The oldest crew member said in a somewhat dark tone. The rest of them laughed, but I had no idea what they were talking about.

"What's the artic triangle?" I asked.

"You've never heard of the artic triangle?" He asked.

"No. What is it?"

"Don't tell her," Another crew member said, giving his arm a shove, "You're just going to scare her."

"I don't scare easy," I said, "What is the artic triangle?"

He pulled his chair closer to me and leaned in. I pushed my bowl aside and leaned forward to listen.

"Ever since man has been sailing, the artic triangle has built up a reputation of being the most dangerous stretch of ocean in the world," he said, "I always brushed the stories off as myth, until the winter of 1958."

He paused, obviously waiting for me to interject.

"What happened in the winter of 1958?" I asked.

"When I was a boy sailing with my father, it had started to storm. Nothing unusual, I grew up on the ocean and I had seen many storms. But something about this storm wasn't normal. The clouds were purple and green, the wind was whistling so loud I had to cover my ears. I remember the wind was so powerful, it even sliced my skin that wasn't covered. Then the waves in the water suddenly stopped. As did the wind."

"What happened then?"

"The boat we had been sailing with was about a half mile in front of us, but we could still see everything clearly. The waves had stopped, but somehow the other boat started to flip over. My father rushed to the other boat to help. I was scared. I begged my father not too, but his brother was on that ship. He didn't have a choice. It took us about ten minutes to reach them, and when we did, the sight in front of us was something I could never forget." He looked over my head, his dark blue eyes glazing over slightly.

"Well, what happened? What did it look like?" I asked, leaning in even closer.

"The water had opened up—,"

"Wait, the water opened up?" I said skeptically, "That can't be true."

His eyes narrowed, "Are you calling me a liar?"

"No, no," I said quickly, "Not at all. I'm just say that… maybe there's another explanation."

"I may be old, girlie, but my memory is better now than it was forty years ago."

I nodded, "Of course. Please, continue."

"As I was saying, the ocean had opened up. The water surrounding the massive hole as turned black. The boat was laying on its side, all the crew had now jumped off the boat, trying to swim to ours. The overturned boat had begun to be pulled towards the hole and sucked in. When the boat sunk into the hole, I remember looking over the side of our boat staring straight into the hole," His head slowly shook, as if he didn't believe his own words, "When the boat broke through that black hole, I saw another ocean. This ocean was the most beautiful greenish blue I had ever seen. Our sky was dark, but the sky over the other ocean was bright. The ship fell through the hole and crashed into the other ocean. The men who were unfortunate enough to not be saved by my father, fell into the hole as well. As they fell, they screamed. Their screams were distant, and as soon as they hit the other ocean, gone completely. The hole closed. The storm disappeared and everything went completely back to normal. It's like it never happened."

"Are the survivors still alive?" I asked, "How many did you save?"

"We only managed to save two. And one killed himself a week after the incident."

"What about the other one?"

"When we had saved him, he had been half sucked into the black hole. We pulled him up and his legs were completely broken. The bottom half of him was covered in holes. He didn't survive the trip back."

"He… he had holes in his legs?"

"Yep. Big old holes. Straight through. There was nothing, no bone, no veins. Nothing."

"What do you think happened to him?"

"I don't know. The coast guards sent a fleet out to investigate, but they didn't find anything either."

"That's scary."

"Mm hmm," He nodded, "So, these next five days, be on the lookout. If the waves stop and the clouds are purple and green, hang on tightly."

Everyone burst out laughing, which caused me to jump. They told me not to listen to him, he was just a crazy old man. I laughed too, but, for some reason, my gut twisted.

Present

I wished I had listened to my gut. Had I listened, I wouldn't be in this mess. Of course, how could anyone be prepared or prevent such an event? I wondered what the crew would tell people. How could they even retell the events?

I squeezed my eyes shut as the memories of the even flooded my mind.

Six Days Ago

"The raft is ready." Eric said as he stood by my cabin door.

I nodded, "I'm coming."

"You nervous?" He asked.

"No," I said, "I mean, I'm nervous and excited. I'm nervously excited."

"Alright. Well, the captain says you have two hours to do your stuff."

"That should be plenty of time." I said.

I walked to the top deck where the raft was waiting. Eric helped me climb into the raft first, then he followed. We were slowly lowered down into the ocean. I leaned over the side of the little vessel and stared down into the darkness.

I shivered; I wasn't exactly sure what was down there, but I was going to find out. Part of me wanted to back out but I was this far. I'd been travelling for weeks, and this was what it was all building up too.

"Alrighty," Eric said once we rowed a significant amount, "Time for some action. You ready?"

I nodded as I put on my scuba gear on. Once everything was secure, Eric helped me into the water.

"You're attached to this rope. It'll keep you safe. Follow it if you get lost. And if you run into trouble, tug it. I'll pull you up." Eric said.

I nodded again and sunk under the water. It was dark, but the light that Eric had turned on that was attached to the boat helped. I turned the light on that was attached to my suit as well.

As I swam down, I realized that the lights were no longer necessary. The blooming vegetation was glowing. I took a moment to appreciate the beautiful plants before me. They were glowing all different bright colors.

I reached out, gently touching the interesting plant. It seemed to wiggle away from my touch dimming its glow. My hand retreated. The plant settled and started to glow again.

I took out my camera and snapped a ridiculous amount of pictures. Once I had plenty of photos, I took out the sample kit.

As I was carefully taking samples of the plant, the glowing suddenly stopped. Every bloom on the plant and closed. My brows furrowed. I thought perhaps it was me fussing with it that made it close up, but then the hair on the back of my neck stood.

I turned just in time. An extremely large Greenland shark was swimming right towards me. I screamed and quickly ducked out of the way. It was moving much faster than I was. I didn't have enough time to get completely out of its way, it smacked into me.

I screamed as the force of its hit ripped my gear off. I almost lost my mask and my tank, but I was quick to grab it. My bag and light however, disappeared into the darkness.

I looked back at the shark. It had stopped swimming and was gently swaying in the water. As I was watching it, I suddenly felt as though I was vibrating. There was a low sound that sent chills down my spine.

A bright light lite up the darkness that surrounded me, but I realized it wasn't coming from above me. I looked down, having a complete view of the bottom of the ocean.

My eyes widened as the ocean floor opened, revealing another sea. I screamed and tried to swim upwards, but I couldn't move. I started to get sucked into the large hole. I struggled to try and swim upwards, but I only moved down.

I was suddenly jerked; my body being forced upwards. I held onto the rope tightly, feeling as though my body was being pulled in two ways.

As soon as I broke through the surface, a hand grabbed me and started to pull me onto the boat. I got about halfway into the boat before the boat started to be pulled into the water.

"Shit!" I heard Eric yell.

I had fallen back into the water. The hole was pulling me harder this time. I watched as the boat and Eric be pulled under as well.

As soon as I fell through the hole, I no longer felt the freezing water, instead, I felt dry, hot air. I looked around to see that I was falling through clouds. I saw myself quickly approaching the water. My brain scrambled through several survival tips before I found the correct one. I put myself into a pencil position right before I hit the water.

I didn't even feel the temperature of this water. I had felt the slight chill of the artic sea even through my specialized winter scuba suit. I stayed under the water for a moment, waiting for my body to stop hurting.

I opened my eyes, seeing the Greenland shark swimming in front of me. Actually, it was swimming right to me. I started scrambling away. I tried thinking of the different ways to defend yourself against a shark.

I didn't have to think for too long, because a gigantic creature, grabbed the enormous shark with its large mouth. With one chomp, it sliced the shark in half. My eyes widened as I watched the other half of it slowly sink. Another enormous creature appeared from the dark bottom and ate the other half.

I was trembling. I'd never seen a creature so large. As I was staring at it, wondering what I should do, something thumped into the water above me. The noise made the creature quickly dive back into the dark depths.

I swam to the surface and immediately started swimming to the boat. I ripped my scuba gear off, knowing I wouldn't be able to hoist myself over the side with the heavy equipment on.

As I was trying to pull myself up, a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me the rest of the way up. Once I was in the boat, I felt safe. I took a few moments to breathe deeply.

A hand fell onto my thigh. I looked over to see Eric, staring up at the sky with glazed eyes. I saw the reflection of something in his eyes. I looked up to see a massive hole in the sky. I could see the dark ocean that I had fallen from. It was quickly closing.

Eric coughed, catching my attention. I looked down, examining him. There were several massive holes in his body.

"Oh god," I cried as I tried to cover the holes with my hands, trying to somehow make him better.

"Eric it's going to be okay," I said, "Don't worry I'm going to make you better." I grabbed the little emergency kit that was in the boat and started digging through it.

"Toss… Toss me overboard," He coughed weakly.

"W-what?" I said.

"You have… you have to throw me overboard," He said, his head turning to the side, "You can't fix this. You need to throw me overboard. I'm going to die. I-I'll start to rot."

I shook my head, "I can't do that!"

"You have too," he said, "Please… please Bella. J-just do it. I'm dying anyways. Please j-just hurry it up."

I sobbed, "I-I'm so sorry."

It was a struggle to lift his body and toss him over the boat. I watched as he sunk down to the bottom. I curled up in a ball and sobbed helplessly.

Present

Once I regained some of my energy, I lifted my head up and wiped the sand off of my cheek. I looked at the thick tropical jungle in front of me. A shiver ran down my spine.

Hopefully you guys like this little chapter! It'll get more intense as it goes on! Have a wonderful day!