I was sailing in Bermuda on the edge of the triangle. The views were stunning and the animals were beautiful. On my sixth day there i decided to enter the mysterious triangle. It was a great day when i entered the the sea and the wind was strong. About a hour into the sail, the weather changed dramatically. The boat started to rock furiously and the waves grew high, then out of nowhere, a giant tentacle rose out of the deep and grabbed the edge of my boat. I fell and then i saw a eye and everything blacked out.