The Rare Purple Elephant pt. 5

The high seas.
Sailing from Florida to the middle of the Bermuda triangle was going to be nerve wracking, especially since all of the crew were getting rather edgy, seeing as their destination was in a place where ships were not destined to go.
This is where Rebbo also realized he got seasick easily.
So, for the three days for the fast boat to get to it's destination, the sun was out and shining, and Rebbo just spent his time on deck. He also got the side of the ship a nice green color. He had to pay extra for that.
So, three days later, when the side of the triangle came into view, Rebbo finally stopped loosing his food and stared at it.
There should have been an island, and he knew how to explain it.
It was possible that the tides covered it up, and it only came up every couple years.
Of course, he knew that if that was the case, the animals and elephants would have to live in caves, and that would make everything look funny, but it was ok.. seeing them would be good enough.

"Aye! The Tre'eangle be in sight!" Yelled the Irish captain. He spoke in thick irish, and it was sometimes hard to understand.
So Rebbo walked over to the front of the boat, and just as he passed over where the edge of the triangle was, a shiver went through his body. Probably just anticipation, he thought.
That was when the storm rolled in, and everything started to get freaky.