Terreur dans le ciel aka Kill Them! Kill Them Now!

We painstakingly assembled the necessary tools, supplies were packed, wills were signed. When all of my affairs were in order I headed into the heart of the city to board the winged beast that would whisk me to zee edge of our destination - Zee Dark Triangle of Doom. My trusty sidekick, Le Farceur Juste, would be waiting to greet me, having finalized the banal details of our descent into the bowels of peril. As I taxied down the runway, I leaned back to reflect upon our charted course and the experiments we would conduct.

Moments later, a savage yell fractured my quiet thoughts. Jolted, I glanced warily around the cabin searching for the source of the primal scream. Recognition stirred deep within me, a chord struck. I knew that yell. I had encountered it before. I stretched to look into the row directly behind mine. Alas, there would be no time for reflection. The challenges and danger which I sought had come to me. As the wheels of the plane left the ground and we sailed skyward I realized I was trapped. This ordinary plane, on an ordinary day, bent on following an ordinary route had been siezed, captured, comandeered.

Behind me, across the aisle, in front of me they sat, squirmed, waved weapons. I noticed the helpless, frightened looks on the faces of the other passengers. Our flight was inundated with Aborigènes Abrégés, a particularly nasty group, made more dangerous if confined in small spaces.

The ensuing flight was a harrowing trip into the flaming depths of hell itself. The piercing screams, kicking feet, flying projectiles was almost more than I could bear. I, like the rest of the remaining passengers, kept a breath-held stoney silence throughout the flight, for fear fo reprisal from the dangerous slobbery beasts. The sighs of relief were audible when the our plane finally made contact once again with Mother Earth and the end was in sight.

As we straggled from our torture chamber in the sky, passengers stumbled, limped, leaned on each other for support. Some were unable to make their way down the gateway and walked repeatedly into the walls until medics came to guide them away, their senses and balance shattered by hours of mind-numbing shrieks and screams.

As I made my way to Baggage Claim, I wondered if the terrifying event was a warning, a harbringer. There was still time. I could save myself and my stalwort assistance from, perhaps even, a gruesome death - lost the so many other to no time and no space. I could go on to other explorations, other discoveries.

Uhmmmmm...I don't think so!!

And that was just the flight!

Le Compte à rebours aka Now? How 'bout now?

Ahhh, zee Triangle...Mother Nature's dark shadow. Long have it's mysteries tempted the bravest of souls and thwarted the most accomplished explorers. I, along with my trusty comrade, Le Farceur Juste, will hoist anchor and head south into the confines of the world's most famous geometric shape in search of answers to some of history's greatest mysteries.

Along the way we hope to observe indigenous Triangle inhabitants, learn the native customs and participate in local rituals, all the while surreptitiously sleuthing for clues to expose the inner workings of the realm.

I will post my daily discoveries here to share our findings with the rest of scientific community. And now, I must hasten to complete my preparations for this treacherous journey upon which I am about to embark.

Yo Ho! Yo Ho! A Pirate's Life for Me!