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This is a story that was inspired by the sex genie stories. If this gets good reviews, I plan on writing more, so please rate and comment

Tony was out on the high seas; not another soul for thousands of miles. He was on a private one person 10 foot yacht that could handle even the roughest of seas. Which was exactly what he wanted for this trip; because he was headed straight for the heart of the Bermuda triangle.

The yacht had twin sails made up of some of the strongest material, yet very flexible. It had a 600 horse power engine that he used sparingly and for emergency uses only. It had two levels one was the main deck, which had state of the art navigation technology as well as an ancient compass on the ceiling just in case all of his equipment failed him. Below the main deck, sat the living quarters; it had all the luxuries of home, including a fully stocked kitchen, a bed, and a bookcase full of various ancient books. Books in this time were hard to come by since the war started 20 years ago.

Beside the bookcase, was a television; it was able to play his favorite movies, and also had satellite. Every piece of equipment was solar powered. So he had to use each piece of electrical equipment sparingly; more so on the overcast days. He did have batteries as a backup, as well as a few jerry cans of fuel.

Tony sat in the captain’s chair at the helm, looking out through the rain soaked window. It was one of those days where he had to keep a keen eye out for any rouge waves. Or else his trip would have been for naught, and he would die… No one knew he was out here, and it was a good thing no one did.

It all started 20 years ago, well probably long before that, but the djinn and sorcerers kept in the shadows before then. But something changed on September 24th 2015; the djinn and the sorcerers started an explosive war that hasn’t let up since. It was also the day that I will never forget… for it was the day my father and mother had died.

September 24th 2015….

Tony and his father David were in the basement as usual, standing around a table filled with maps and ancient documents. However their attention was focused on one piece of parchment in particular. They were in a separate room from the rest of the basement, one that was locked when both himself and his father were not inside.

“Tony!” he exclaimed, gasping for air as he did. He had just ran inside, the house, blood covered the right side of his face and practically dragged him to the basement while Tony’s mother, Anne, was yelling at David, demanding what was going on. But David ignored her. Now in the basement, my father finally finally calmed down enough to speak.

“I found the last piece of the puzzle! But I don’t understand what it all means.” From above there was an explosion that shook the entire house. Pieces of the ceiling started to come down, but surprisingly did not collapse… which tony had been shocked about.

“Noo!!!! Mom!!!” Tony practically shouted, tears starting to stream down his face. But his father grabbed him by his shoulder and shook him a bit. Tony came back and looked at his father. “how can you be so calm!” he yelled.

Upstairs tony could hear the sounds of voices, followed by smaller explosions. “I know Tony, but you have a very important task you need to accomplish now.” His father went over to a duffle bag and handed tony it, along with a number of maps and the piece of paper his father had brought home with him. “You must get far away from here. Inside that duffle bag contains everything you need to get out of this country and find the treasure.”

His father walked over to the brick wall, and pushed on a brick. When he did so, the brick wall fell backwards and behind it emerged a passage way. His father practically pushed tony through it. Stumbling through it tony started to walk forward. Realizing that his father wasn’t following, he turned around and saw his father standing in the doorway.

“You must go on without me Tony… I will hold them off for as long as possible for you to get away” with those words, the door started to close.

Tony started to run back to the door, but by the time he got there, it was closed. The terrified look in his father’s eyes were the last things he saw before it finally closed. “NO!!! don’t leave me!” tony said. But it was no use. Tony was starting to realize that his father was preparing him for this moment. He tured away from the door and ran down the passageway. Just as he started to run, he could hear another explosion on the other side of the door, as well as yelling. The passage way shook and became deathly silent afterwards.

July 2nd 2035…

Tony’s thoughts often drifted back to that fateful day. Wondering at first what was going on. But he soon realized that his father had stolen an ancient piece of parchment. It held a sryptic message that took well over a decade to decode, which required Tony to search for more clues to its message. The journey had been very difficult. With the continuous battle between the djinn and the sorcerer’s going on, getting anywhere was difficult. Then things only got worse when the world’s militaries got involved, causing global war.

Inside the duffle bag was millions of dollars in various currencies, fake passports, a pistol and other various objects. Being very careful, Tony had escaped the country before things became very hairy, and started the search. With the money he had, he spent most of the time building the yacht he was on now, and searched for what the parchment meant.

When he had finally decoded it, he realized that it simply described the longitude and latitude of the heart of the Bermuda triangle. This was only two months ago; since then tony had made the preparations for his long voyage. Getting lots of food, water and fuel for the yacht, while staying under the radar of all the interested parties in him.

This had been a very difficult task, the sorcerers had been close to finding him, but miraculously whenever one of them came close to finding him, a djinn magically appeared and another battle ensued. Tony had been astonished that he had been never found, and was beginning to believe that he was just lucky. One of the few instances he was almost found was when he was departing from the dock yard. He had started to float away from it, when he saw two puffs of smoke appear on the dock. He thought that they had been sorcerers, but miraculously one was a djinn while the other was a sorcerer. At this point they both started fighting each other. But Tony could have sworn that as he started the motor, and headed out to sea; he had seen the djinn wink at him.

September 25th 2035

Tony woke up with a start. He sat straight up in his bed and looked around. He thought he had heard something, but soon came to realize this was impossible; since he was in the middle of nowhere.

“Caroline status report please” tony said.

A female voice filled the living quarters, even though there was little to no sign of speakers. “Tony we have reached the edge of the Bermuda triangle. The noise you had just heard was the boat coming to a stop.”

Tony sighed, and brought his hand up to his eyes and rubbed them. Caroline was an A.I. that he had discovered throughout his travels. Most of the equipment on his ship was the brain of Caroline. Whenever Tony slept, Caroline took over the ship, to ensure that he and the ship stayed safe.

It was 2:30 a.m and Tony decided the day before to get a good night’s sleep before reaching the Bermuda triangle. Unfortunately that didn’t seem to be the case. “Thank you Caroline” Tony got out of bed, the sheets slowly peeling off his body as he did. He slept naked like he always did. There was no point in dressing in clothing, since he was the only person out here; so he usually spent the entirety of the day naked as the day he was born. Tony was thin and lean. Standing at only 5 foot 8 inches tall, he wasn’t all that much to look at. He had mole all over his body, and as far as his dick went, he was only 5 inches long.

He decided today however that it was a good idea to get dressed. So he went over to his dresser, and picked up a

plain looking t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He did not bother to wear underwear, but put on socks and a pair of sneakers. It was usually colder during this time. And when there was a wind, it got really cool.

Tony headed above deck and to the bridge. Before he did so, he looked out over the ever endless expanse of the ocean. But tony was suddenly greeted by the feeling of thick fog around himself and the boat.

He finally reached the bridge, and sat in his chair, closing the door behind him as he did. “Caroline, how far are we from the coordinates?”

According to the charts, we are 20 miles away from it, and by the looks of it. These coordinates will bring us to the center of it.”

Tony sat quietly for a moment and sighed. He had heard about the horror stories of the Bermuda triangle, about how who had ever gone inside, never came back out alive. “Thank you Caroline. Get the sails back up into the wind, and continue the course to the coordinates.”

Tony could feel as the boat started to move again. Something that has become second nature to him, since being out on the sea for so long now. He looked down at his radar, and saw the point where they entered the Bermuda triangle.

“We are now crossing into the..” Caroline was cut off. All of equipment suddenly went black and the lights went out. Tony was afraid this would happen and sighed.

“just perfect… looks like I will have to do things the old fashioned way” he reached up to the compass that was in the ceiling. He took it out and walked out onto the deck, towards the sails. The twin sails were connected together and tony walked over to the handle that was used to manually guide the sails. Before the equipment went out he saw that there was still 19 miles to go until his destination. Using the compass to keep himself on a direct course towards his destination; he caught the wind in his sails and continued his journey.

After about half an hour and still nothing happening he sighed. All this time, he had been going on blind faith that wherever the coordinates said, tony would find the answer to what he and his generations of family had been searching for. But as he got closer to his destination, he realized that maybe, they had been mistaken. All of a sudden, a glow started to emanate from his pocket, it was strange because he thought he didn’t; have anything inside of his pockets. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the ancient parchment.

Before his eyes, tony watched as, below the coordinates that were written on it, were 3 words. One below the other. First was bravery, second was courage, and the final word was sacrifice. Upon reading the final word, tony heard a bone curdling scream.

He looked around, and could not see much through the fog. However he steered his boat through the fog towards the sound. Through the fog, tony could start to make out an orange glow. And he started to realize that a boat was on fire. Someone must be inside! He thought. “Hello?! Is anyone there?!” Tony yelled as he had gotten closer. He lowered the sails and let the boat just float.

“HELP!” a female voice rang in Tony’s ears. Which was impressive, considering the roaring of the fire. It looked like it was impossible for anyone to be even remotely alive still on the boat which looked to be, strangely enough, like a Viking ship, of legend. He saw a silhouette through the fire, before disappearing.

He was perplexed. He thought that no other people, let alone ancient ships be all the way out here. Without thinking or caring about his own life. Tony ran over to the side of his boat, and dove into the water. He reached the base of the ship, and amazingly, as he resurfaced, a ladder was right in front of him. He grabbed onto the rungs and hoisted himself up and finally onto the ship, where the roaring sound and heat of the fire was less intense. He quickly scanned the abandoned ship, looking for any signs of life.

Tony thought he was losing his mind. This was the last thing he was expecting when he reached these coordinates. But as he thought this, he saw a figure through the flames. And head below the deck. Thinking it was strange, Tony ran in that direction. Vaulting over a flaming barrel and headed down below deck after the female. As he did all of this, the piece of parchment in his pocket glowed even brighter. The words bravery and courage being highlighted even more brightly.

Tony scanned the deck, and in a corner, lay a prone body, which looked to be in a cloak, so he wasn’t completely sure of who or what his person was. He turned the person around, and looked into the face of a blurring looking woman, she looked plain, and had no distinguishable features. With strength Tony did not realize he had, he hoisted the female into his arms and started to carry her back up to the main deck. By now the air was filled with smoke. And he was starting to cough heavily; if he didn’t escape soon, tony would surely die. If not from the fire, then from the smoke.

He carried the female to the edge of the boat, which was amazing in itself, since there seemed to be a path from the stairs to the edge of the ship, while everything else around him was ablaze. His skin was burning. His lungs burned. But he felt compelled to make it off this ship and save this woman. But what he was failing to realize, was the woman in his arms was fading away, into smoke, which did not go up with the rest of the fire, but instead absorbed into Tony’s skin. He hopped onto the edge of the ship, and looked at the women. Which her face was now clad in blackness. If he was not so weak and burnt, he would have realized, she had almost completely disappeared, but it didn’t register in his mind. With his last once of strength, he leaped off the edge of the ship and into the water below. With just a cloak in his arms. The piece of paper in his pocket glowed brightly. Brighter than ever as the final word was highlighted… sacrifice

September 25th 2035- 12:03pm

Tony woke up in a start, for the second time that day, bolt upright in his bed, he was shocked. The last thing he remembered, was being on a burning boat with a female in his arms. He had no idea how he had managed to get back on his boat, or for that matter how he was back in his bed… naked. He looked around the room and laid his eyes on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

She had long blonde hair, that reached down to just the top of her ass. Flawless golden brown coloured skin, a symmetrical face, perfectly round and perky DD breasts, she stood at 5 foot 6 inches tall and when Tony stared into her beautiful blue eyes, she smiled back at him. But what was most intriguing was the fact that she was a vixen

“Good afternoon master, you have passed all three tests, and have the vessel upon which I was concealed inside. Therefore you are the chosen one to break the cycle of the 12.”

Tony continued to stare at this woman, his brain wracked with questions; one of which bing, this strange woman just called him master.

“Who… who are you?” Tony stuttered

“I am the master Djinn, and together well will end the suffering” She gave him a smirk and a wink.