High Strangeness Day 3 || #matthewshaves

USS Cyclops (AC-4) Top: Bergamot, Pink Peppercorn, Mint, Camphor, Lavandin Grosso Middle: Cardamom, Violet, Spice, Marine Base: Amber, Musk, Vetiver, Leather, Wood March, 1918. The USS Cyclops (AC-4) steams south into the Bermuda Triangle, its holds packed with ore, its decks crowded with men who expect a routine crossing. The weather holds, but. something in the water does not. A shape moves just below the surface, pacing the ship for miles. One lookout later claims it rose close enough to see, a pale, female human form where no human could survive. Near midnight, another report spreads quietly across the deck. A black, cube shaped object suspended over the ocean, steady against the wind, giving off no light yet impossible to miss. Then the sky closes in. A brief, violent squall hits without warning. Minutes later, it is gone. So is the Cyclops. No signal was ever received. No trace was ever confirmed. Only Fan empty stretch of ocean where a ship once sailed, and the UNITE quiet feeling that whatever trailed it that night is still out there... waiting. Fun Fact: Old, superstitious sailors warned never to look over the side at night. If you see a face staring up from the block water, it has already seen you, and your journey would be cursed Could this have happened to the USS Cyclops?