posted on Aug, 16 2003 @ 07:31 PM
I think that I should expand upon our experience. Let me state from the start that I do not believe in any Bermuda Triangle stuff. That statement
flies in the face of our experience, however, to lump it into one region doesn't do it for me for a number of reasons. That is a different
discussion. Let me be more concise about what happened.
We (my wife and best friend and I) left WPB,FL approx 9am on a routine delivery to the Berry Islands. 28ft Whaler with twin 115 Johnson pukes. We
decided ,after a rough crossing ,to go to Lucaya and have Red Things(rum runners) and lunch and then go on to the Berry Islands. We departed Lucaya at
4pm for the 2.5 hour trip to Great Harbour Cay. We arrived off of Little Stirrup Cay about dusk and started to motor slowly the next mile or so. I
should point out that I was manager of LSC and lived on it some years ago and was quite used to running inter island in the middle of the night and I
have over 20 years experience running boats in the Berry Islands. Back to our story:
We, of course, had GPS and all that. We approached the Bullocks Harbour Govn't docks and felt that we were home. The cut to get into the marina was
not even 1/4 mile following a cliff. We passed the Church and the Backside (local bar on the water) and closed in on the cut that leads into the
marina. On our port side was a ridge approx 50 to70 feet high where we know is there is nothing. At this point in time we were about 150ft offshore.
As we closed on the cut and glided on the edge of the ridge I came to a complete halt. On top of the ridge was a brilliantly lit, very futuristic city
that seemed to be in a bubble. I stopped the boat and all of us looked at this thing that shouldn't be there. It was surreal! I then decided that GPS
or not I was going to go back to a point of reality to get my bearings. I reversed course and we went approx 500 yards back to the Govn't docks. We
tied up behind a bahamian fish boat ( I think one of Dean's) and tried to think. we decided to get in and move on. As we passed the the ridge again,
Jedi City (as my wife named it on the first pass), was there still. Sensory overload!! I again went back to the Govn't docks to examine my sanity.
Understand that we are only talking about 500 yards or so. We then tried again with the help of a bahamian that my wife recruited from a fish boat
tied up at the Govn't docks. He thought we were totally crazy. As we cruised by, there was no sign of Jedi City. We then tied up at the marina and
went to the townhouse. The interesting part of this is that all of this took place in a very short distance. We, in effect, lost 5 hours that we
can't account for and , of course, there is no futuristic city on top of that ridge. We discovered more wierd stuff the next morning. All for now.