Cath was as cynical as the day was long. The only things he had faith in were God, himself, his wife, and luck, be it good or bad. But it wasn't hard to believe something else than just human nature and inclement weather were going on here. Not with people disappearing without a trace and being miraculously healed overnight.
"Yes," he confirmed. "And no, not when you're sailing to Bermuda." Pulling a napkin from the holder, he fished the pen out of his shirt pocket and drew a triangle. He wasn't any artist, but he'd been drawing up formation and attack plans since he was younger than the man across the table from him.
"There's three points of sorts to it," he explained. Pointing to the most northern one. "Bermuda to the north, Miami or the Floria Keys to the west and San Juan Island to the south." He labeled the points accordingly. "Ships and planes pass through this area every day unscathed. Scientists cite all sorts of things actually cause the disappearances; foul weather, strange magnetic fields, rogue waves, hurricanes, deep marine trenches."
Yes, Cath now knew more about the bloody Devil's Triangle than he ever wanted to know. He was going to see that map in his bloody nightmares for the rest of his days, he'd seen it so many times.
"But it's hard to believe everything else is blarney when people are just bloody disappearing in the night and being miraculously healed overnight."