BERMUDA TRIANGLE - T-ISLAND SCREENPLAY
ISLAND - Was a pirate secret location, known only to a small number of
captains by that name. But as piracy became unfashionable with mass hangings, the numbers
of those in the know, dwindled. Until, all that remained was a location
carved in wood. Generally hidden somewhere safe by the pirate concerned.
This location was useless without a chart giving the exact position that
each pirate buried their stash. The maps made on parchment, were handed down
to the next generations, by way of inheritance free of taxes.
Desperation was setting in, their little boat was not that fast, William Gray, Billy Bones and Black Jack could see what was actually a Colombian Navy warship on their radar. It had appeared as a shadowed when they passed between Monte Christo and Cap du Mole, into the Atlantic.
"Can't we get this bucket to go any faster," yelled Gray to Billy and Jack. "There is a sizeable patrol ship scoping us for sure."
Billy and Jack rushed to the radar, pushing each other to get a better view. Sure enough, there was a good sized blip, and it was gaining on them.
"This bucket will have been reported stolen by now," added the former US Navy officer.
"And that makes us pirates, don't it like," said Black Jack with a toothy grin.
The weather-fax beeped as a transmission advised there was a hurricane force tropical revolving storm brewing in the Bermuda Triangle. Ships in that vicinity were advised to give the area a wide berth. The mutineers decided this was their best course to evade capture, risky though many a sailor might think.
"Alter course north-east gentlemen."
"Straight into the eye of the storm," questioned Billy, one eye opened larger than the other.
"That be our best chance lads." Jack did not add to the discourse. William was nearly always right tactically, and right he was. As they passed the Turks and Caicos Islands, the blip no longer closed in on them, visibly trailing. They kept on course.
The Colombian warship was patrolling the Caribbean on an anti-drug smuggling mission, as part of a combined effort with the US Navy's war on drugs.
"They've got bigger fish to fry." Billy Bones was referring to the illegal drug trade.
"Too right. According to latest studies the global drug trafficking market is worth $4.7 trillion per year - conservative estimates, that could be double. Since organized smugglers aren’t kind enough to show their books to the IRS."
"Are we not then in the wrong game Mr Gray", asked Jack Boon.
"We don't have the right connections. Without protection, we'd be sacrificial lambs."
Billy injected, "the GDP of France is almost $3 trillion, with Spain's around $1.43 trillion. Bootleg drug growers and importers earn more than the French and Spanish countries combined. If you think about it, that cannot happen without support in the military and police. We're small potatoes. And cannabis is worth twice the cocaine market, now almost bordering on legal, but bulkier to transport."
"You seem to have a handle on this Billy. How so?" asked William Gray.
"I was in the SBS. We turned many a blind eye, is all I can say. Jack here, Longstride and me, looked into it. We thought about using a submarine we've a share in. Then realised drug trafficking today is like the slave trade of old. Controlled by the Toffs - and the Toffs controls the cops."
Gray concluded, "ain't that the truth, law and order is an illusion, plain as the nose on your face."
The trio continued on their course, their small boat tracked into the storm that was brewing. Though hardened sailors, the strain was telling on their faces. They battened down the hatches and stowed all movable objects, as the wind gathered speed. The waves were lashing at their vessel, bouncing it around like a cork in a bathtub, engulfing them from time to time. Then, they disappeared from the radar screens of all those following their course, including the NOAA satellites.
The disappearance was reported to the media, in the hope they, or watching viewers, might hear of any stray vessel or survivors washing up. Search and rescue helicopters were deployed in the immediate wake of the cyclone.
The BBC world service and Sky news carried the same story.
"This is Jill Bird reporting for the BBC world service. We've received reports of 'Hurricane Harriet' in the Devil's Triangle region with landfall affecting the British Overseas Territory of Bermuda, a small archipelago comprising about 138 islands and islets, occupying 21 square miles in the North Atlantic Ocean, roughly 650 miles east of Cape Hatteras, North Carolina.
viewers will know that the area has a long history of encounters with Atlantic tropical cyclones, many of which inflicted significant damage and influenced the territory's development.
In the weeks following, nobody contacted the authorities, the BBC or Sky. The small boat and three crew members, were never seen or heard from again. Presumed lost at sea with all hands. Just another statistic. But, were they?
-- THE END --
HURRICANE IOTA NOVEMBER 2020
- Providencia (boat dock) and Santa Catalina were ravaged by extreme weather
when heading into 2021.
The hurricane was first considered a Category 2 but just before passing Providencia it developed into a Category-5 tropical cyclone which NASA said can have wind speeds of up to 253km/h (157mph) and has the ability to cause catastrophic damage.
SCENE 5. SUNKEN CITY SURVEY - Present Day, Swann's sensors scan the ocean bed, revealing mausoleum former Governor of Jamaica.
JILL BIRD - London. John
Storm's finds lost Henry Morgan's pirate remains. "And for those of you wondering,
there was no treasure."
SCENE 10. SHIP'S COOK - William Gray helps John Long's cut-throats to crew for Huntington's Hispaniola, Long a dab hand on the galley.
SCENE 12. SKELETON ISLAND - Intrigued by map proffered by Lord Huntington, John agrees to switch attention to location, to coast of Panama. .
SCENE 17. BLACKBEARD'S CURSE - John retakes Swann, Hal immobilizes Black Jack and Billy Bones and rescues prisoners on Hispaniola.