* Mystery of Bellingshausen Island *

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Mystery of Bellingshausen Island

Rating : M -- Mature 
Appropriate for readers 18 and over. May contain extreme violence, sexual themes, nudity, or profanity.

Chapter 1

My name is Ms Shiela Rosetta. The time here on Bellingshausen Island is 2pm, 15 December 2080. This island has not been inhabited for many centuries before and it is still not inhabited now. No one in their right mind would ever want to settle down on an island which is actually a basaltic andesite stratovolcano. Bellingshausen is just one of the southern most islands in a chain of small islands which make up the South Sandwich Islands. Normally I would rebel at the thought of traveling to an island in the middle of freezing cold nowhere and just stay put in the warmth of my basement office. But the mystery that lies before me on the shore of this island was well worth it. On top of that, orders came from high up in the National Defense Institute (NDI). I felt overjoyed that they would pick me, an insignificant private investigator of the paranormal to help solve their mystery on Bellingshausen Island.

I departed from the port of Magallanes, Chile on board the British Expedition Ship, HMS Alias on 13 December 2080. During my journey onboard the HMS Alias that I opened the briefcase that the NDI gave me before my departure from Chile and went over numerous photographs, blueprints, maps, and documents.  In 1960, the biggest nuclear powered submarine in the world had been commissioned. It had a grand crew of 180 individuals, double the average crew manifest a nuclear powered submarine. It was roughly 3 times the size of a 1970s Typhoon class submarine measuring roughly 530 meters in length. This spectacular masterpiece of a submarine was called the USS Defender for all intents and purposes. Unfortunately for the US Navy, their masterpiece vanished without a trace somewhere within the infamous Bermuda Triangle sometime after 3pm on 12 June 1963. That grand submarine was launched in secrecy so that the Soviets wouldn’t know about it and try to steal blueprints of the USS Defender. And so, it’s disappearance never made headlines because of secrecy surrounding the USS Defender. I went over some satellite photographs of Bellingshausen Island and from them I could see the USS Defender with 3 quarters of the submarine resting on the shore while the tail was still submerged in water. The date of the photo was 10 December 2080. Another satellite photo showed Bellingshausen Island without the submarine and it was dated 5 December 2080. It would seem that the USS Defender had run aground on Bellingshausen’s southern shore between 5 December and 10 December 2080.

Back to the present time, I find myself on Bellingshausen Island, wearing a really thick winter coat and hood carrying the NDI briefcase with one hand and a big sausage bag of my own equipment in the other. The HMS Alias dropped me off an hour ago before making it’s way to South Georgia for supplies. No matter how freakishly cold it is out here in the middle of nowhere, standing here staring in awe at the massive size of the USS Defender is a moment I wouldn’t want to trade for anything else in the world. The front quarter of the submarine was pointing towards the Bellingshausen’s volcano peak at an angle of 30 degrees. What the spy satellites in Earth’s orbit couldn’t see were the gaping holes on the underside of the USS Defender’s forward section which were most likely caused as a result of the submarine running aground. I slung my equipment bag over my right shoulder and drew my stun gun. It’s a small weapon but it’s pellets can deliver a concentrated electric charge strong enough to knock a heavyweight man out.

I had to crouch and duck just to step through a hole on the underside of USS Defender’s forward section as the hole was half a meter close to the ground. It’s emergency lights as dim as they look were functioning, no doubt still powered by the submarine’s nuclear core. If I remember correctly, I should be in one of the service walkways. There are 5 service walkways on the underside of the Defender just under it’s thick hull. These walkways help technicians maintain the countless electrical systems that are running on this submarine. After walking a few meters down the walkway towards the aft of the submarine, I could hear clanking sounds on the walkway’s metal grating. I called out “hello” hoping for a response but all that greeted me was silence. Then when I continued walking, the silence turned into a sound of someone or something further down the walkway scurrying away from the sound of my voice. I couldn’t see what it was but I could tell it was on the same service walkway as me. All of a sudden the emergency lights went off and the entire service walkway was plunged into pitch black darkness. I could hear something growling further down the walkway. Then the growling sounds became shrieks as the sounds came closer and closer. The steel grating of the walkway began vibrating as the creature was running towards me in pitch darkness. The vibration suddenly stopped and that’s when I knew the creature has leapt through the air trying to pounce on me. I quickly crouched and aimed my weapon at an angle towards the ceiling a few meters ahead of me and pulled the trigger repeatedly. Sparks flew and the area ahead of me was illuminated for a second as the stun pellets hit the creature which was going to land on me. Then everything went dark again as the creature pushed me down to the ground. I could feel it’s forelegs and paws trying to pin me down. Fighting for dear life, I frantically began feeling the creature from it’s chest upwards until I found the neck. That’s when I grabbed the creature by the neck with both hands and used all my might to hold it’s mouth away and make sure it doesn’t maul me. Pinned down in the dark by a vicious creature, I felt helpless and my options were quickly disappearing. I did the only thing I could… I screamed for help like my life depended on it.

Just as I thought my life was going to end, a hail of gunfire ripped the creature’s back   apart from behind and the creature’s neck became limp in my hands. I threw the creature off to the side as the lights came back on again. To my surprise was a Russian sailor standing roughly 10 meters away from me further down the service walkway. He was armed with an AK-47 and had five to six AK-47 rifles and bags slung over his shoulders. After a moment’s hesitation, he began walking towards me and pointed in my direction. 


Russian sailor : Поговори со мной женщина! Кто вы? (Talk to me woman ! Who are you ? )

Shiela Rosetta : I have no idea what you are saying. If you are asking me why I’m trespassing, I could ask you the same thing seeing as this is a US military vessel ! 

Russian sailor : Меня зовут Михаил Владимир. (My name is Mikhail Vladimir.)

Shiela Rosetta : Oh dear, I think you were trying to tell me your name. Mikhail right ? I’m Shiela Rosetta.. You can call me Shiela. Thanks for saving me from that thing.

I patted myself on the chest when I was introducing myself and pointed at the dead creature when I was thanking him.

Mikhail Vladimir :  Я только что спас тебе жизнь. Теперь моя сука! (I've just saved your life. You are now my bitch ! )

Shiela Rosetta : Sorry, I really don’t know what you are trying to say.

When we busy trying to understand each other, I noticed a shadow moving across the ceiling behind him through the corner of my eye. Without hesitating, I grabbed one of his AK-47s, took aim at a large black scaly looking lizard crawling along the ceiling and pulled trigger. He joined me almost immediately in taking down our silent stalker. It finally fell to the ground twitching with blood oozing out of the hundred or so bullet holes we’ve put into it.

Mikhail Vladimir & Shiela Rosetta : F&CK YEAH !!!

Shiela Rosetta : So you do know some English… What else can you say in English ?

He then pointed to my chest and said…

Mikhail Vladimir : TITS !

I immediately regretted being curious. Seems the only English words he knows of are swear words and female body parts. A sudden gust of wind blew into the service walkway from where I entered, bringing along the cold with it. I asked Mikhail whether he was cold while making a freezing cold gesture and as usual I couldn’t understand a word he is saying. I’m guessing from the proud posture he’s got, he doesn’t feel bothered by the cold.

Mikhail Vladimir : Я умываю шары с промышленным мылом и ледяной водой! Вот что заставляет меня жестким человеком для всех женщин к любви.
(I wash my balls with industrial soap and icy cold water ! That's what makes me a tough man for all women to love. )

Suddenly, Mikhail’s pride vanished and was replaced with a worried look. His eyes were fixed on a silhouette of a large man peering through the hole from where I entered. A violent storm can be heard behind the silhouette and the air started becoming colder. I couldn’t make out the silhouette’s facial features. After a while, the silhouette moved away from the hole and walked off.

Mikhail Vladimir : Приходите Shiela, мы лучше получить перемещение. Возьми этот АК-47. Вам нужно будет его против фаворитов Даджаль в.
(Come Shiela, we better get moving. Take this AK-47. You will need it against the Dajjal's minions.) 


He handed me an AK-47 as he was talking to me and motioned me to follow him. Even though I couldn’t understand Russian, there was one word which stuck out. Dajjal.
According to ancient religious texts, he is a false messiah who is in league with the devil. His only purpose was to lead humanity astray and make them believe that he is their god. There were reports that he was being held on an island in the middle of a vast ocean waiting chaos and famine to drive the world to despair before showing his face. In the past I had come across his agents, more like spies actually who report their findings back to him. I don’t know about other paranormal investigators out there, but I’ve always made it a habit to stay as far away as possible from him. It is said that he is very influential and that it is mostly women who fall for his ideals. On top of that only one individual mentioned in ancient religion can kill the Dajjal. Anyway, it’d be a week before the HMS Alias returns to Bellingshausen Island and there’s no way I’m going to wait out there in the cold with something evil lurking around. I’m better off in here with someone who can watch my back. Without wasting anymore time, Mikhail and I walked down the service walkway towards the mid-section of the USS Defender. What awaits us over there is anybody’s guess.   

Chapter 2


It was 4.15pm by the time we reached the USS Defender’s mid-section. We were so grateful not to bump into anymore of those creatures on the way to there. A single steel ladder marked the point of the service walkway that is the Defender’s mid-section. Mikhail and I cautiously looked up the ladder towards the opening in the ceiling just to make sure nothing is hanging there hoping to ambush us. While covering the opening in the ceiling with his AK-47, I pressed my body close to the ladder and looked up through the opening. There were no signs of movement, no shadows were shifting about. Mikhail was saying something to me in Russian and motioning me to climb up the ladder first. Must be his way of saying ladies first. I nodded in response.

Mikhail Vladimir : Ты иди первым, я хочу наслаждаться просмотром вкусные ягодицы власть вокруг, как вы поднимаетесь по лестнице.
(You go ahead first, I want to enjoy watching your delicious buttocks sway around as you climb up the ladder. )

Shiela Rosetta : Alright, I’ll lead the way you chicken.

Once at the top, we climbed our way into a large corridor roughly a few meters in diameters. It was a relief to be in a spacious corridor compared to the tight service walkway we were in. At least here we had more space to maneuver and had s slightly more tactical advantage when it comes to defending ourselves against hostiles.
Mikhail Vladimir : Shiela, там по лестнице, я сошел с грузового пространства. Мы можем разрезать грузового пространства и жилых помещений, чтобы добраться до командного центра.
(Shiela, there's the stairs I came down from the cargo area. We can cut through the cargo area and living quarters to get to the command center. ) 


He was pointing to a flight of metal stairs that was 20 or so meters from the opening we climbed out from and calling me to follow him. I followed his lead until we had much better view of the metal stairs. He looked puzzled while looking at water streaming down the steps of the metal stairs. I assume it was bone dry the last time he came through here.

Shiela Rosetta : What’s wrong Mikhail ? Accidentally left a tap on up there ?

Mikhail Vladimir : Это не имеет смысла. Только кормовой части подводной лодки погружен под воду и не должно быть никаких отсеков для хранения воды там. Будьте осторожны, что-то чувствует себя очень плохо.
(This doesn't make sense. Only the aft section of this submarine is submerged under water and there should be no water storage compartments up there. Be careful, something feels very wrong. )

Shiela Rosetta : Don’t worry, I’ve got your back. Let’s see what’s going on up there.

Treading careful and holding on tightly to the stair railing with one hand, we made our way up the stairs and into the USS Defender’s cargo hold. Water was dripping onto the ground everywhere and we were even more surprised when we looked up.

Shiela Rosetta : What the he%^ ?  Are those rain clouds ?

Mikhail Vladimir : Этого не случилось в последний раз я был здесь.
( This did not happened the last time I was here. ) 


Unbelievable as it may sound, it was raining in the cargo hold and the rainfall was getting heavier by the minute. From where we stood I could see two rows of rectangular looking pods stretching out in both directions, towards the front and aft of the submarine. Each rectangle pod was metallic in appearance with no viewing portals and they were accompanied by a tube of water that had a bluish hue at the end of the rectangle pod. There was a space of two meters between the two rows and a space of two meters between the row of metallic pods and the cargo hold’s wall. In the spaces between the pods, and between the pods and the wall were cables, wires, and pipes all over the floor. Mikhail and I took a few steps towards the forward section of the USS Defender carefully stepping over cables, pipes, and wires when a variety of inhuman sounds echoed throughout the cargo hold. We were so distracted by the metallic pods and the sounds that we had not realize that the water level in the cargo hold was now up to our waists !

Mikhail Vladimir : Не может быть! Там в нескольких открытых люков на полу грузового трюма. Это место не должно быть заполнение водой!
(Impossible ! There's a few hatches open on the cargo hold's floor. This place should not be filling up with water ! )

Mikhail walked a few steps back to where we had came and ducked into water. My guess is that he was checking to see if the hatch was still open. He reappeared from the water after a minute and judging from his expressions, the hatch was sealed shut. All this happened so fast and without us realizing it. Even though we could not understand each other, I reached out, took his hand and held it tight. It wasn’t meant to be a romantic gesture. I’ve been getting so many bad feelings the more things went wrong in the cargo hold. On top of that, the waist high water level makes our movements very sluggish and the metallic pods crowding the cargo hold has made it feel very claustrophobic at least for me. I could feel my heart drop when the lights went out and the sounds of hundreds of creatures diving into the water echoed throughout the cargo hold. Still holding onto Mikhail’s hand, I pulled him towards me and we both quickly try to make out way to the submarine’s command center at the forward section. It was hard to see in the dark but thankfully, the tubes of bluish water were illuminated and what little light they gave off made it possible for us to see the edges of the rectangle pods. We could feel waves of water brushing against us from every direction. There was no doubt about it, our enemies were just meters away from us. Mikhail started to lose his cool and fired several rounds at the water in between the pods to the left, right, aft, and front. Still leading him forward, I accidentally lost my footing and fell into the water only to come within inches of a mouth full of carnivorous looking teeth. I immediately backed up and out of the water while pulling the trigger. My AK-47 ripped that creature apart with a hail of bullets when it broke the surface and tried to strike. Mikhail and I weren’t letting go of our triggers as we fired round after round in every direction. Unexpectedly, Mikhail slung his AK-47 over his shoulder, grabbed me around the waist and raised me high towards the top of the closest metallic pod.

Mikhail Vladimir : Поднимитесь сейчас! Мы не можем держаться вечно! Мы почти без боеприпасов, и мы должны выйти из воды!
(Climb up now ! We can't hold out forever ! We're almost out of ammunition and we need to get out of the water ! )

I grabbed hold of the top of the metallic pod and pulled myself up. Once I was on my knees on top of the pod, I turned around to help Mikhail climb up but he was no longer there. His AK-47 was floating on the water marking the spot where he no longer was. I could feel my emotions rising to the top of my chest and I tried as best as I could to hold back my screams. Mikhail wanted to make sure I was safe and I wasn’t going to make his death be pointless. The USS Defender had a grand crew of 180. If I’m right, all these pods are some kind of stasis chamber or sleeping quarters for all 180 personnel. There’s 2 rows stretching from aft to forward section. That would mean 90 crew for each row and since Mikhail and I came up at the submarine’s midsection, there would be around 45 metallic pods for me to use as stepping stones from the mid-section to the forward section of the ship. I slung my AK-47 over my shoulders and across my back. Then I ran as fast as I could across the top of the metallic pod and jumped onto the top of the next metallic pod. I kept going at it but every now and then I would lose my footing and balance because my shoes were still wet and slippery whenever I landed on the top of the next pod.  

By the time I landed on the final metallic pod, I could see a balcony in front of me and steel railings on the edge of the balcony for me to climb. The bottom most railing was a meter from the top of the last metallic pod and two meters away. I backed up as far as I could go without falling off the metallic pod and ran towards the balcony. I leapt as soon as my right foot touched the edge of the pod, grabbed onto the steel railings and pulled myself up and over onto the steel balcony. Ahead of me was a doorway  leading out from the cargo hold and into what looked like the USS Defender’s command center. Cautiously, I stepped into the command center and scanned the room. None of the computer terminals, screens, or ocean maps interested me. It took a while for me to find it but once I did, joy began to fill my heart again. It was the communication station’s microphone stand and headphones. I quickly rush to the communication station and flicked a few switches to get the communications online. Unfortunately for me, I was so distracted by delight that I had not notice a large human shape silhouette until the command center’s door slammed shut behind me. It was only then that I was faced to faced with a man wearing a US navy officer uniform. Lights began to flicker and whispers began to fill the air. I spun around to see where the whispers were coming from and was startled to find 5 more men wearing officer uniforms. I had not hear them approach me the whole time and did not have a clue as to where they came from. They all stood there staring at me with cold eyes and there were no signs of emotion or expression from their bodies or faces. I turned around again so that I can keep on eye on both the single officer near the door and 5 others near the communication station. It was obvious they didn’t want me to leave or call for help. Slowly backing up to an empty side of the command center, I pull my AK-47 that was slung across my back down to my front and aimed the weapon back and forth between the single officer and the group of 5 officers. Suddenly, a pair of arms grabbed me from behind and the world around me faded to pitch darkness.   

Chapter 3

Time : 16 December 2080, 03:15am EST
Place : National Defense Institute Facility 01, Greater States of America

James Miley : Sir, we’ve lost all contact with the British Expedition Ship, HMS Alias. Its position remains unchanged and is still anchored 20 meters off the southern shore of Bellingshausen Island.

Senior Officer : What about the woman and the submarine ?

James Miley : We’ve lost contact with Dr Shiela Rosetta ever since she boarded the USS Defender. In addition, we’ve lost visual of the USS Defender shortly after the last transmission from Captain Jones of the HMS Alias.

Senior Officer : Our work is done Mr Miley. Mission accomplished.

James Miley : What ? With all due respect sir, Dr Shiela Rosetta and the crew of the HMS Alias are missing. On top of that, we have no idea what happened to the crew of the USS Defender.

Senior Officer : Their disappearance as well as the change of the USS Defender’s location is all the confirmation I need Mr Miley.

James Miley : What should I tell Dr Rosetta’s family and next of kin ? And what of the crew’s family and relatives ? What do we tell them !?

Senior Officer hands James Miley a stack of folders.

Senior Officer : Maybe these should help clear up the confusion that you’re having Mr Miley.

James Miley : These are profiles for Dr Shiela Rosetta, the crew of the HMS Alias, and me !?

Senior Officer : As of today, these individuals have never existed. Their names and profiles would not be found in any known database across the globe. Their families and relatives also do not exist. The HMS Alias and USS Defender also do not exist.

James Miley : You can’t do this sir ! Those are people with families !

Senior Officer : Can’t I ? Guards ! Escort Mr Miley to sub-level 30.

James Miley : Noooo !!!

The guards drag James Miley who is kicking and screaming, trying in vain to break free and escape while the senior officer walks over to Mr Miley’s computer terminal and shuts down the machine. The screen with the Illuminati’s emblem flickered off and all that was Dr Shiela Rosetta, the USS Defender, the HMS Alias, its crew, and James Miley ceased to exist. 


Time : 16 December 2080, 06:00am EST
Place : Naval Administration Theatre, Soviet States of the Iron Wall

Nikholai Rasputin : Сэр, последнее обновление от Михаила Владимир был на 15 декабря 2080, 3:02 вечера EST. Мы не получили никакой дополнительной передачи от него с тех пор и мы потеряли визуальный на военный корабль США Защитнику.
( Sir, the last update from Mikhail Vladimir was at 15 December 2080, 3:02pm EST. We had not received any more transmission from him since then and we have lost visual on the USS Defender. )

Naval Administration Commander : Что о женщине, которая вошла USS Защитнику?
(What of the woman who entered the USS Defender ? )

Nikholai Rasputin : Она не выход подводной лодки, прежде чем она исчезла. Казалось бы, что и Михаил, и женщина исчезла вместе с Defender.
(She did not exit the submarine before it disappeared. It would appear that both Mikhail and the woman vanished along with the Defender. )

Naval Administration Commander : Романов, вы узнали что-нибудь о женщине из проявляется экипажем HMS псевдоним?
( Romanov, did you find out anything about the woman from the HMS Alias’ crew manifest ? )

Intelligence Officer Romanov : Да, сэр! Она является д-р Shiela Rosetta, паранормальные следователя. Весь ее профиль, карьера истории, изучает историю и родословную находятся на вашем столе сэр. Печатные и связали для справки сэр! Все 13 томов.
( Yes sir ! She is Dr Shiela Rosetta, a paranormal investigator. Her entire profile, career history, studies history, and family tree are on your desk sir. Printed and bound for your reference sir ! All 13 volumes. )

Naval Administration Commander : Что? Не могли бы вы передали все данные, касающиеся Доктор Shiela Rosetta на моем терминале?!
 ( What !? Couldn’t you have transferred all the data regarding Dr Shiela Rosetta to my terminal !? ) 

Intelligence Officer Romanov : Вот в чем проблема сэр. Около 16 декабря 2080, 03:20 утра по восточному, вирус был обнаружен в наших системах баз данных. Нам удалось удалить вирус. К сожалению, мы не обнаружили его достаточно скоро. Все данные, касающиеся Доктор Shiela Rosetta, HMS Псевдоним и USS Защитник был поврежден без возможности восстановления.
 ( That’s the problem sir. At around 16 December 2080, 03:20am EST, a virus was detected in our database systems. We’ve managed to remove the virus. Unfortunately, we didn’t detect it soon enough. All data regarding Dr Shiela Rosetta, the HMS Alias and USS Defender has been corrupted beyond recovery. )

Naval Administration Commander : Это не совсем правильно. Казалось бы, кто-то не хочет, чтобы мир знал о том, что происходило на станции Беллинсгаузен острова. А как насчет данных о Михаил?
 ( That is very unfortunate. It would seem someone does not want the world to know about what went on at Bellingshausen Island. What about data regarding Mikhail ? )

Intelligence Officer Romanov : Данные, касающиеся Михаил не был нарушен.
( Data regarding Mikhail was not disturbed. )

Naval Administration Commander : Это хорошо для нас. Они не знают о Михаиле. Романов, распечатайте все, что мы на Михаила Владимира, а затем удалить все у него из наших баз данных.
 ( That’s good for us. They don’t know about Mikhail. Romanov, print out everything we have on Mikhail Vladimir and then delete everything about him from our databases. )

Intelligence Officer Romanov : Да, сэр!
 (Yes sir ! )

Naval Administration Commander : Тот, кто они ... они могут попытаться удалить Михаил Владимир и доктора Shiela Rosetta от существования, но мы сделаем все от нас зависящее, чтобы убедиться, что они помнят! Tracker сотрудник Сталина! Нашли ли Вы MantaRayz?
( Whoever they are…they can try to remove Mikhail Vladimir and Dr Shiela Rosetta from existence but we will do everything in our power to make sure they are remembered ! Tracker Officer Stalin ! Have you found MantaRayz ? )

Tracker Officer Stalin : Да, сэр! Мы расположены MantaRayz в точке с координатами 30 градусов северной широты, 155 градусов восточной долготы.
( Yes sir ! We’ve located MantaRayz at coordinates 30 degrees north, 155 degrees east. )

Intelligence Officer Romanov : Сэр? ( Sir ? )

Naval Administration Commander : Там существует очень редких и уникальных видов скат манта, чья кожа могут быть обнаружены нашими спутники-шпионы. Это делает ее кожу выглядеть, как светящийся иголку в стоге сена черной как смоль, чтобы датчики наших спутников. Никто в мире не знает этого, кроме нас. Прежде чем углубляться в USS Защитнику, главная задача Михаила в том, чтобы связать наше домашнее животное MantaRayz к USS защитника кормовой скобки стали. Теперь мы можем отслеживать USS защитника независимо от того, куда уходит и потому, что луч жала не электронное устройство, мы не должны беспокоиться об отслеживании сигнала разрушен во время транзитного USS защитника.
( There exists a very rare and unique species of manta ray whose skin can be detected by our spy satellites. It’s skin makes it appear like a glowing needle in a pitch black haystack to our satellites’ sensors. No one else in the world knows of this except us. Before venturing into the USS Defender, Mikhail’s primary mission was to tie our pet MantaRayz to the USS Defender’s aft steel braces. We can now track the USS Defender no matter where it goes and because the sting ray isn’t an electronic device, we don’t have to worry about tracking signal being destroyed during the USS Defender’s transit. ) 


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@MrSeaman70: I didn't know there was a half part of the story after the sailor's image. Anyways, great chapter. Plus, I liked how you put images along with the story.
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Thanks, i had some problems trying to post my latest fan-fic and ended up with duplicate entries. This is the actual thread for the story, enjoy :)
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@MrSeaman70: You're welcome! Can't wait for more.  :)