I crossed the Bermuda triangle quite a few times, usually without incident. First time was in January 1970, headed from Morehead City to Nassau on the 60' wooden sailboat "Tangaroa," a 50/50 ketch rig built as a cargo vessel in 1910 for the Baltic lumber trade. We were becalmed for several days and spent boring watches reading "Moby Dick" or swimming in the warm Gulf Stream. It's spooky swimming where it's so deep that there's essentially no bottom, just azure infinity below. Also had a winter gale on that trip, broke the main boom, and I learned celestial navigation.