I will be posting a short story soon, and here's summary.
In the 1920's, being able to travel on a plane was something many desired. Children dreamed of soaring through the skies in a metal bird, and adults also had these whimsical flights in their imagination.
One lucky young man had the chance, and of course he took it in a heartbeat. What he didn't know, however, would be that this man made machine would crash in the mysterious Bermuda Triangle; an area infamous for many disappearances of boats, planes and the like. Fortunately, the ocean's current brought him to an uninhabited island.
Or was it?
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