“They’re bringing it up now, sir,” cried Donny.
Richard Charles had waited years for this day. Since he was a kid, the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle had captivated and perplexed him. Now, standing aboard his salvage vessel, “Berlitz”, he waited anxiously to see the fruit of seven years of hard work and research.
The huge winch rolled the cable up, foot by foot. Thirty minutes later, the coral encrusted plane rested on deck.
“Check the numbers,” he called to Donny as he climbed onto the wing. The cockpit cover was still closed. He wiped away the slime and algae and peered inside. Empty and still locked from within. How could that be?
“This is it!” cried Donny. “One of the Avengers from Flight 19!”
Finally! The Triangle had given up one of its long held prizes.
“Sir, unusual weather approaching fast.”
Looking up, Richard Charles saw the strange green lights in the fog, flashing like ghosts. It swept in faster than a front should move.
“Captain, get us out of here!” Richard yelled to the bridge as the fog enveloped the ship.
Richard Charles spent his life investigating the Bermuda Triangle. On March 4, 1994 he became a part of its history.
[This is my entry into the Flash Fiction Challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner by Roger Shipp. Write a story based on a photo prompt and introductory sentence in 200 words or less.]