NARRATOR: On this episode of "Destination Truth,"
Josh and his team voyage to the isolated jungles of Peru
after hearing reports that a terrifying creature
is causing panic in a remote village.
[ Crashing ]
Whoa! Whoa!
Next, Josh and his team take on
one of the world's most powerful mysteries —
the Bermuda Triangle.
Can the team use new technology
to crack the case of this legendary malevolent force...
GATES: There's some sort of magnetic disturbance out here.
My compass needle is just spinning around in circles.
or will the Bermuda Triangle
prove too powerful for Josh to decode?
Whoa! Josh for base camp.
Josh, are you copying us at all?
Hold on!
I'm Josh Gates.
In my travels, I've seen some unexplainable things,
and I've done some things I can't quite explain.
Aah!
Now I've pulled together a team
armed with the latest technology
in the search for answers to the world's strangest mysteries.
I'm not sure what's out there waiting for me,
but I know what I'm looking for —
the truth.
A demonic creature said to resemble a gremlin
has reportedly staked its claim deep in the jungles of Peru.
Note to Spielberg — the franchise is still alive.
With a surge of recent sightings centralized
in the dense rainforest near the Madre de Dios River,
a tributary of the Amazon,
local tribesmen are living in fear that at any turn,
they'll come face-to-face with a deadly creature
who they call the Chullachaqui.
Facing a foe that packs so much might,
we compiled reports flooding out of the Amazon
to get a better sense of what we'd be up against.
Though this region has no shortage of dangerous wildlife,
the Chullachaqui is reportedly something very different
from the primates, big cats, and dangerous reptiles
known to live here.
Often preceded by a strange whistling sound,
the Chullachaqui is said to lurk
in the thick and sweltering Peruvian jungle
and uses his incredible speed as his best defense.
Reportedly between 3 and 4 feet tall, what he lacks in size,
he makes up for in his sharp, fanged teeth.
And rounding out his distinguishing characteristics
are pointy ears, clumps of sporadic fur,
and a three-toed footprint.
My team and I packed up our gear and headed deep south
in pursuit of this diabolic creature.
We kicked off our expedition in Los Angeles,
where we flew 10 hours to Lima, Peru,
and hopped a connecting flight
to the ancient Incan capital of Cuzco.
Journeying on, we flew down from the mountains
to the ramshackle jungle town of Puerto Maldonado,
where we were met by a blanket of heat and humidity.
I feel like a French fry already.
The temperature rose, like, 20 degrees.
GATES: I know, right?
You had straight hair when we left.
It's a little humid. I know.
Did we pack a cobra in a basket, or is this somebody else's?
It's hissing.
GATES: We exited the airport and headed into the town market
to find some shade and a little nourishment.
WOMAN: ¿Donde esta?
I don't see any sanitation issues here at all.
I don't like this.
I don't want to play anymore.
Finally, we found some refreshments.
What is this? It's a fruit juice.
Can we have a bag of this, please?
No, no, it's okay. Half full's good.
- Cheers. - Welcome to Peru.
After our warm, stagnant fruit juice,
we loaded up on some necessary supplies
and headed out of the market.
Dustin really embraced
the renegade "Destination Truth" lifestyle
and led the charge across town to meet a local expert.
♪♪
Great. That's perfect, guys.
We sped over to meet with Julio Gomes,
a professor in the area
who's been tracking current reports of the Chullachaqui.
He told us that just last week,
an attack was reported among an Indian tribe deep in the jungle.
Where do I find these Indian tribes?
[ Speaking Spanish ]
We would have to take a boat up the Madre de Dios River
very far.
And if I go very far up the river
to meet with these indigenous Indians,
are they going to kill me and stab me to death?
[ Speaking Spanish ]
Okay, it's just important to get there
and have a conversation with them
and explain what it is that we're doing.
That wasn't a very clear answer to "Will they kill me?"
GATES: Taking our chances, Julio pointed us
in the direction of a nearby port
where he said we could acquire a boat to take us upriver.
- Jael, nice hat. - Thank you.
Dustin came dressed to impress,
sporting the latest in jungle fashion.
Where's Dustin?
Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you.
Our journey would take us nearly 60 miles
up the Madre de Dios River to find the isolated tribes
who report run-ins with the Chullachaqui.
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The Amazon is still one of the wildest places on Earth.
Relentless insects and dangerous reptiles are common,
and with each passing mile,
the few people that we would encounter
would be less and less accustomed to outsiders.
After a seemingly endless journey up the river,
we were all thankful to finally arrive at the village.
GATES: If an arrow or a spear
comes whistling out of the trees at any point,
that is your cue to get as low as possible in this boat.
Keeping our eyes open for rogue spears,
we journeyed into the jungle to find a tribesman
to talk about the Chullachaqui.
GATES: Demarest, easy on the bouncing, all right?
I'm a fat guy. What can I do?
♪♪
Welcome to the Amazon.
Let me see. Let me see. It's on me.
Little bug. It's a little bug.
It's not a big deal. It's a very small bug.
Just don't look at it, and I will take it off you.
And now the balance beam portion of today's competition.
Dustin, how's your balance?
I'm like a jungle ninja.
The deadliest of all ninjas. [ Laughter ]
We met with the village elder, who says his people have had
several run-ins with the creature
and that his friend died from a Chullachaqui attack.
GATES: How does it kill? How does it attack?
[ Speaking Spanish ]
It'll hit you,
and that's why you have to get to it first,
because if not, it'll kill you.
If someone wanted to find one of these,
what exactly would they have to do?
GATES: He showed us that we have to travel
along a great bend in the river
before coming to a village where, just last week,
a Chullachaqui was spotted.
He wanted to give us a quick lesson on the best way
to protect ourselves from the dangerous creature.
This is the distance that you should keep
between yourself and the Chullachaqui.
GATES: Okay.
This is our target.
The executives of the channel hate me.
You can just smash this. Just shoot right into it.
Oh! Oh! Pretty good!
Okay.
- This is pretty easy. - Yeah.
- Oh! - Game over.
Come on, Dustin.
Can I do it sideways, like, gangster-style?
Oh, thank you!
ROBB: Show us how "Destination Truth" does it.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
GATES: The camera lives to fight another day.
I'll break that thing soon.
GATES: We still had more than 20 miles to travel
to get to the next remote village.
After logging more than 100 miles
since the start of our journey,
we were all thankful to finally arrive at the village.
Adding to our relief was the fact that we were met
by a very peaceful village shaman,
who seemed all too eager to tell us about the creature.
GATES: How big is it?
[ Speaking Spanish ]
It's about this tall,
and he says that the length of its arms
are about the same size as his.
And if I want to find this animal, where should I go?
He says that if you go far into the jungle,
you could run into one.
GATES: The shaman pointed us in the direction
where he saw the creature,
and my team and I gathered our gear
and made our way into the depths of the jungle.
We trekked to the far reaches of the jungle,
and in the last few hours of daylight,
we took a chance to find out from Robb and Dustin
what they expected from the night's investigation.
Last time I was in Peru, you know,
it was a completely different situation.
We weren't out here in the wild, so this really adds
a whole different aspect to it, you know?
It's beyond local color. This is really crazy.
The creature we're looking for supposedly
is happy to attack you, does not want you here,
and is extremely aggressive.
GATES: Okay, guys. This looks good.
It's a pretty clear area.
Let's drop it here, guys.
With that, my team landed on our investigation site
and began setting up our equipment.
First, we set up base camp and wired the gear
we'd be monitoring throughout the night.
We placed four IR cameras in a perimeter
500 feet out from base camp.
These digital cameras would be rolling throughout the night
and capture anything moving within 50 feet of them.
Beyond those, we placed several trap cameras
even deeper in the jungle.
These would snap pictures
whenever anything moved in front of them.
We would also be using a thermal imager
to pick up any warm-blooded creatures.
Let's start tonight by talking about safety.
This is one of the most dangerous places you can go
wander around at night in the world, for real.
Second-most-venomous snake in the world
is in the Peruvian rainforest — bushmaster.
Bites you, you die.
A lot of these snakes will actually get up into trees.
Watch for branches.
Don't put your hands anywhere where you're not looking first.
GATES: Okay, so, I think the best way to start tonight off
is to have Robb and Dustin and myself go out
and do an initial sweep.
Cool.
See what we can find out there. Yeah.
Everybody's got their bearings, right?
Yep. Yeah. Yes.
Velociraptor compound's that way...
Tyrannosaur paddock...
the Jurassic Park Visitor Center is back there.
Everyone knows where they are, right?
♪♪
I can see how people get lost out here easy.
Let me ask you something, Josh.
Of all the cases you've done,
this has got to be top-10 most dangerous locale?
Yeah.
♪♪
An insect isn't crashing through the underbrush.
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[ Sniffs ] I stink... something fierce.
I think we both stink.
[ Indistinct noises ] Whoa.
It's a clicking noise.
Josh, we're hearing a clicking noise
about 30 feet behind base camp.
See if you can get a camera back there on it.
We're actually about to turn around.
We're about halfway through our sweep.
♪♪
ROBB: It sounds like someone walking up the path behind us.
DUSTIN: Yeah.
Okay. Have Dustin kind of lead the charge.
Dude, it just sounded like somebody else was coming up the path.
I thought it was maybe somebody else from your team, Josh,
but nobody else is over here.
I mean, it had that cadence of...
DUSTIN: Yeah, somebody walking.
a two-step pattern, like, you know, bipedal.
I have no idea how far base camp is.
I assume we're still going the right way.
Yeah, this tree right here looks familiar.
[ Laughs ] Thanks, Dustin.
No problem.
Hey, guys. How are you?
Hey. Hey. Hey.
What's been going on?
Right back there,
I don't know how far, maybe 30 feet, 40 feet,
we started hearing this clicking noise, like...
Well, for our part, a lot of noises off the trail.
It sounded like something substantial moving around.
This was something, you know, that's living out there.
This wasn't raindrops. This wasn't just jungle noise.
DUSTIN: You know, wherever this thing is,
it kind of lures you further and further in.
Why don't — Shh, shh, shh. Josh, I'm sorry.
- No, it was a low growl. - This was a growl.
Okay. [ Indistinct noises ]
I can't focus...
[ Crashing ]
Whoa! Whoa!
♪♪
Well, for our part, a lot of noises off the trail.
It sounded like something substantial moving around.
Why don't — Shh, shh, shh. Josh, I'm sorry.
- No, it was a low growl. - This was a growl.
Okay. [ Indistinct noises ]
You guys, we had an infrared camera go down.
[ Crashing ]
Whoa! Whoa!
♪♪
Wow.
GATES: Okay, let's try and cut it off.
Jael, you and Robb head east. We'll go west.
Dustin and Mike and I took our parabolic dish
on a sweep of the jungle in hopes of recording
any of the mysterious sounds we were all hearing.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa — Oh!
- Whoa! - Was that a bird?
I'm not sure if it was a bird or a bat.
♪♪
This is a good time, man.
Just don't know what's going to pop out at us next.
- Whoa. - What? What?
Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh.
What?
Where?
It's walking backwards through the underbrush.
Every time we advance, it backs up a little bit.
And look what we're doing right now. It's drawing us back.
Right.
I want to see those eyes again.
I got to document whatever it is.
Your Spanish is probably a little better than mine,
but I'm going to give it a run.
[ Low-pitched whistling ]
♪♪
What did they say about whistling?
Oh, my God.
[ Chuckles ]
There was a whistling just now.
GATES: Got a huge ditch there on your right.
Okay.
We're not going too much further there without getting wet.
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
[ High-pitched whistling ]
[ Whistling continues ]
Yeah, I mean, it's definitely further down the river.
First of all, we can't get in through these swamps.
Let's head back to base camp.
There's a couple boats tied up down by the dock,
plus what we came on. - Right.
Maybe we can get out in the water. Okay.
- Cool, man. - I'm good.
ROBB: This looks good.
You got it on?
Perfect.
Okay, that's good. All right. Backing up.
♪♪
[ Crashing ]
That was loud.
What was that?
ROBB: That was near us —
near where we just left the trap cam.
That's the loudest thing I've heard.
- That was... - It was a loud...
sounded like a bomb going off.
- Hey. What's going on? - Hey. What's up, guys?
We heard some crazy noises out there.
What I want to do is see if we can get out there
and follow that sound.
You know, get down there and see if we can follow it.
- Hey, guys. - What did you hear?
A really loud bang over by where we were.
We saw what looked like, possibly, some sort of eyes
looking out at us as we were entering the jungle that way.
We set up the trap cam, I'm thinking
if this thing backpedals with us, we're going to catch it.
We're going to get a picture.
We don't know what happened,
but as we get out, we said goodbye,
we just heard this huge sound back there.
And then we're like, "Wait a second.
Is this thing drawing us back in?"
I mean, whatever is back there, it's definitely, like,
showing some sort of intelligence.
It's not running away from us. It's keeping pace with us.
I was starting to freak out a little bit.
It was — I haven't seen anything like that.
I feel like we're kind of fresh on the trail of something here.
Let's just keep moving. Let's go.
- Yeah. - Great.
GATES: I sent Jael and Dustin out
to check on the trap cameras that she and Robb had set up
to see if there was anything to follow up with in that area.
Robb and Mike and I followed the unexplained whistling,
and it led us to the water.
We boarded a boat there
to see if it continued further downstream.
♪♪
JAEL: I have to tell you, I'm not so excited
about coming back to this area.
And there's the trap camera that we set.
Holy crap.
♪♪
GATES: The only monster on the water was the one in my stomach,
so we headed back to shore to continue our investigation.
ROBB: What is that? Looks like a reflection.
GATES: Yeah, yeah, yeah — right there.
You see that?
Yeah, under the brush there.
I saw what looked like a pair of eyes right in there.
♪♪
I'm in quicksand.
- Are you serious? - Yes.
♪♪
I'm in quicksand.
- Are you serious? - Yes.
I'm sinking. Come here. All right.
Okay.
I'm sinking still.
Come on. [ Groaning ]
Mike.
MIKE: I'm coming.
[ Straining ] Come on!
Oh! Okay.
Okay. I'm okay.
Whew.
- Josh... - That's a first.
That is a "Destination Truth" first — sinking in quicksand.
ROBB: Let's keep moving, man.
GATES: Dustin, Robb?
- Yeah. - Guys, come here.
We got footprints around here.
See these two guys?
I'm going to cast these guys.
We'll take them back, have somebody look at them.
Cool. Cool.
It actually looks like he's making little jungle cupcakes.
We collected our footprints, and, with thunder rolling in,
we headed back to base camp to reconvene with the team.
Hold up, guys.
Oh, my God.
DUSTIN: Josh, what is that?
Oh, man.
I got more here.
That's a tooth of some sort.
Sweet.
And I think that this huge thing
that looks like a huge velociraptor claw
is actually a tooth, as well.
It's hollow on the back.
[ Thunder crashes ]
With rainfall imminent,
my crew and I turned in for the night,
feeling enthusiastic about the evidence we'd collected.
We journeyed back to the modern world,
and I jetted back to Los Angeles,
where I sat down with Mike Dee, former curator at the L.A. Zoo,
for a look at our evidence.
Trap camera's too late to the party. It's unfortunate.
Despite the multitude of images snapped by our trap cameras,
whatever sped by them did so
without leaving a clear calling card.
But our footprint casts, it turned out,
held interesting possibilities.
Any thoughts to what these guys might be?
It has a potential to be a member of the wild swine family
because they have the two split hooves.
And in the end, our dental evidence spoke the loudest.
See, it's hollow in here. The nerve went up that way.
So it's some type of pig.
Swine.
Feral pigs are primarily nocturnal, extremely fast,
and difficult to visually identify in the jungle
due to their low stature.
But most importantly, they are vicious when cornered by people.
Is it possible that the Chullachaqui is nothing more
than an overgrown slice of bacon?
At the village we investigated, this may well be the case.
I was struck by the fact that reports of the Chullachaqui
have emerged from every corner of the Peruvian Amazon,
and it seemed unlikely that they could all be
attributed to this one animal.
It may well be that somewhere, far upriver, deep in the canopy,
and just beyond the safety of civilization,
there is another culprit yet to be identified.
♪♪
Bermuda Triangle hysteria reached its height 50 years ago,
around the time that Grandpa Gates was hosting
the "Destination Truth" radio show.
The mysterious and unexplainable forces
of this triangular no-man's-land in the Atlantic Ocean
were infamous for pulling airplanes out of the sky,
swallowing ships at sea, and vanishing thousands of people
who've attempted to navigate through.
But in recent years, the triangle hadn't been
performing its trademark disappearing act — until now.
Recently, a twin-engine airplane
carrying 12 passengers to the Bahamas
vanished mid-flight, north of the Providenciales Region.
With no communication from the pilot
and no wreckage found thus far, it means only one thing —
the Bermuda Triangle is back.
Believers in the Triangle's wrath
claim that the entire area is paranormally charged,
a vortex of energy beyond normal scientific explanation.
Skeptics point out that there is little data on record
to prove that theory.
After all, almost everyone who experiences
the Triangle's energy vanishes.
We set to work to attempt to document the truth
behind this mid-Atlantic mystery.
Our journey began in Los Angeles,
where we flew cross-country through Florida to the Bahamas.
The Triangle covers
more than half a million square miles of open ocean,
so searching for paranormal hotspots
was going to be an immense challenge.
[ Engine sputtering ]
We were in unfamiliar territory
and daring one of the world's most infamous phenomena
to show itself,
and as we approached the Bahamas,
wind shear and turbulence made it seem
as though the Triangle was well aware of our intentions.
I was relieved to touch down safely...
clear immigration...
and soak up the island life,
finding some virility in a local delicacy.
What part of the conch is this?
It comes out of the gut.
It comes out of the gut?
Ahhh!
Chewy.
It's a gummy worm, right?
Mike, here. I want to make this easy for you.
Yeah.
There you go, buddy. There you go.
Here you go.
- Aaahh! - Slurp it in!
We then set off to talk with a local,
who, unfortunately, has tragic knowledge
of these mysterious waters,
since her brother, a pilot, vanished here.
They went out on Friday morning,
and they were supposed to come back Friday evening,
and they didn't get back.
Wednesday of that week,
they found a plane about 7 miles north of here.
More or less shallow water — it was on the banks.
It wasn't in the ocean or what have you.
It looked like somebody just landed the plane in the water
and turned it upside down.
The plane was virtually untouched.
The two doors were open. No life vests.
So it just looked like the plane was in perfect condition,
but they just had vanished.
We didn't find any trace of them.
What is your belief? What happened to them?
You just think it has to be a logical explanation,
but it's not, because we never found them.
But...
I — That was hard.
That was a hard time in our life.
GATES: She went on to tell me about pilots all over the Caribbean,
each with their own bizarre encounters.
It is believed by some
that the Triangle's mysterious energy vortexes
reappear in the same locations again and again.
Our plan, therefore, was to try something unprecedented —
to challenge the Triangle by charting a direct course
through each known coordinate
where either aircraft or vessels have vanished.
We called in a private twin-engine plane
with a highly customized flight plan.
Hoping this vintage plane wasn't a precursor
to actually being transported into the past,
I climbed on board a flight
headed into one of the world's most notorious enigmas.
Sharra for Josh.
We've set up base camp at the end of the airstrip,
and we're going to be monitoring your flight.
Copy that.
Along the way, I would be in constant communication
with my team on the ground,
who would be charting my progress.
Josh for base camp. I have a new heading.
I am at 346 degrees.
After establishing base readings
to account for my own plane's electronics,
I set to work using EMF detectors and a magnetometer,
while keeping a close eye on the plane's navigational equipment.
I would take note of any major disturbances
in natural, electronic, and magnetic fields
and tag any anomalous events on a GPS locator
so that we could track them once back on the ground.
The three points of the Triangle are generally accepted
to be Bermuda, Miami, and Puerto Rico.
Our flight took us over Moselle Reef,
where unexplained lights have been observed;
southwest over New Providence Island,
through the last known coordinates
of more than half a dozen vanished aircraft;
then over the Exuma Islands,
where boats have been ripped to pieces on the reefs
after their compass needles and mechanics went haywire.
Finally, we coursed over our target of Providenciales,
where a dozen people vanished off the face of the Earth
only weeks before.
As we were returning from Puerto Rico
and approaching the Bahamas from the south,
things started to get interesting.
Whoa. Josh for base camp.
Sharra, I don't know if you can read me.
And my EMF detector's going crazy at this point.
I got huge spikes in the magnetic spectrum.
Do you copy?
Base camp for Josh. You seem to be breaking up.
Do you copy us?
Yeah, Sharra, if you can read me,
my instrumentation is going kind of nutty up here,
I'm in basically white-out...
[ Static ]
Base camp for Josh. Do you copy?
[ Static continues ]
♪♪
Base camp for Josh?
[ Static ]
Josh, are you copying us at all?
[ Static continues ]
Josh to base camp. Come in base camp.
Oh, there — Okay, we got you. We got you. We got you.
Copy that. We got some weird weather kicked up over South Bimini.
Compass went crazy.
These clouds just broke open. I'm over Bimini Island.
Huge magnetic fluctuation on the EMF detector. Copy?
Copy, Josh. I'm glad we just got you back.
GATES: Bimini, an island where dozens of vessels
have vanished off the coast,
had serious magnetic disturbances
occurring around it.
I think we should put this thing down
and get the whole crew over to Bimini and restage there.
South Bimini. Copy that.
As my aircraft was buffeted by the mysterious anomaly,
I tagged three distinct locations around the island,
and since we were flying on fumes,
I asked the pilot to land there immediately.
The rest of my team headed over to reconvene on Bimini.
Here on this secluded Caribbean island,
you don't even have to leave the airport
to see unsettling signs of navigational mysteries.
That's, like, the number-one thing
you never want to see at the end of a runway.
Excited to leave the airstrip
before another plane dropped out of the sky,
we set off to track down the three coordinates
of the anomalous events I recorded from the air.
That is, if we could figure out how to drive a car here.
Right side or left side, Bicha?
We're doing left side.
What do you mean "we're doing"?
I want to do what the island is doing.
Let's do... right.
Left side. My bad.
This might be a quick episode.
Tracking the first of our three GPS tags,
we headed out to North Bimini.
As a 51-year resident of Bimini,
local celebrity fisherman Bone Fish Ebbie
knows this area like the back of his hand.
Just the Bermuda Triangle in general,
do you think it's a real thing?
Have to believe in the Bermuda Triangle.
I had a firsthand experience.
I got lost.
My compass just spinning around.
And let me tell you,
that was one of the spookiest days of my life.
I asked Ebbie about the first set of coordinates
that I tagged during my flight.
He knew the area all too well.
Here on the ragged northern edge of the island on Spook Hill,
we investigated the first
of three mysterious electromagnetic spikes
that we recorded from the air.
With the help of various EMF meters,
which would pick up on disturbances
in magnetic, electric, and radio fields,
we hoped to detect and verify this strange energy.
- Anything? - So far, nothing.
A lot of folks say that it's just, like,
you just get a feeling, like, it kind of comes over you.
Does this place make you feel weird?
This place makes me feel a little strange.
- Really? - I'm not kidding.
It's not just, like, you know, the hype,
you know, 'cause of where we are and everything.
Well, like, it makes you feel strange how?
It's a kind of a pulsing.
Like, I can feel this weird pulsing when I look around.
Thing is, soon as we started getting into this corridor
of these woods, in this area around here,
it started to feel a little weird.
I actually feel a little bit, like, dizzy.
It's just not — I can't explain it.
♪♪
It's gone.
- Really? - Yeah.
GATES: The heebie-jeebies aren't exactly enough
to close this case,
and I couldn't tell if Mike was experiencing the Triangle
or just needed to get out of the sun.
We pressed on to our second set of coordinates,
which were, unfortunately, a little bit underwater.
Nobody said seeking the truth was going to be easy.
We spoke to a seasoned local boat captain
who got a little more than he bargained for
on a recent crossing through the Triangle.
And all of a sudden, both of my engines
and all of my instruments on the boat shut right off.
Scared the living hell out of us.
And, sir, after about 21/2 hours, everything came on.
Having fully previewed the dangers that exist here,
we headed to the local marina to hire a boat of our own.
[ Raspy voice ] Okay, what are you guys doing? I'm a star here or what?
What's going on?
Is that your voice, really?
That's my voice. I love it.
Most people call me Louis Armstrong,
but my name is High Captain Raul.
We're making a TV show.
It's called "World's Deepest Voices."
You're kidding me. No, I am kidding you.
Chartering a boat from the baritone of the Bahamas,
we headed off the shores of North Bimini.
As we approached the coordinates,
we happened upon an amazing sight —
the wreckage of an old plane downed here mysteriously
and now a permanent part of the barrier reef.
On top of the GPS coordinates of our second electromagnetic hit,
not too far from the upside-down plane, we prepped to get wet.
All right, guys. We are here.
We got some readings from the plane in this area.
Let's get in the water, check it out, see what we see.
Here, a few thousand feet below my flight path,
we happened upon the wreckage of the S.S. Sapona.
It turns out that in 1926,
this ship lost her way during bad weather
and has lain half-sunken off Bimini ever since.
Intriguingly, in 1945, the squadron of Flight 19
was using this wrecked ship for bombing practice
when all five of the planes disappeared over this very area
and were never heard from again.
With these tragic wrecks aligning to our GPS locators
but unable to replicate our previous readings,
we decided to chase down
the third and most substantial of our EMF fluctuations —
a strange anomaly over South Bimini
that shorted my communication system
and caused my plane's compass to spin like a top.
I had one more person to speak with.
Ashley Saunders is a local expert on South Bimini
and a victim of its power.
Tell me about your story. What happened to you?
We got lost in that bush for several hours,
just completely lost our bearings.
We didn't know which way we were going —
north, south, east, or west.
And what do you think caused that?
The electromagnetic energy that surrounds Bimini.
It causes the compass to get haywire,
and people lose their sense of direction,
and you don't know where you are.
And do people ever vanish here on Bimini,
in the woods, there?
We've had several people vanish off the island.
And do you think if I go out there
and I investigate this area that I'm in danger?
It is dangerous. You might never come out.
South Bimini is almost entirely undeveloped.
A forested wilderness in the Bermuda Triangle,
this area is avoided by locals and passed over by tourists.
Would we find an answer to the Triangle's mysterious powers
in this desolate area?
With darkness setting in,
my team and I headed out of town toward the black land
and the location of our third GPS coordinate to find out.
We're on top of the coordinate.
Let's jump out and unpack the gear.
- All right. - Out we go.
My team set up base camp on the south shore of Bimini.
With an array of cameras and the sensitive equipment
we'd previously used on the beach,
we hoped to directly observe and document
the strange lights of the malevolent force
that emanates from this reportedly paranormal place.
Since our final coordinates were right near the ocean,
we divided our efforts,
and while my team scoured the forested coastline,
I headed out onto the water to investigate.
♪♪
[ Indistinct noise ] Whoa. Whoa!
What was that?
[ Whirring ]
Whoa.
♪♪
Hey, Josh for base camp. Come in.
Go for base camp.
I am on top of the coordinates
that I tagged from the plane.
There's some sort of magnetic disturbance out here.
I don't know what it is,
but I'm getting a really clean read on it.
What's going on over there?
What is that? What?
Oh, look. It's freaking out right now. Yeah.
I don't know why this thing isn't working.
All of our gear is crapping out.
That's weird.
What is that?
♪♪
GATES: So, I don't know why this thing isn't working.
All of our gear is crapping out.
What is that? What?
That's weird.
Hey, Josh, we are seeing some kind of anomaly,
like, going across the screen.
Did you see that glitch? Yeah.
We just saw a glitch go through our —
Oh, look. It's freaking out right now. Yeah.
Does it look like a malfunction with the camera
or something actually passing in front of it?
It's almost like a haze, but it's like a steady haze.
It's interesting.
Definitely interesting stuff going on out there.
So, just to update you guys,
we've definitely had some activity on the EMF detector.
My compass has gone completely haywire.
I don't know why this thing isn't working,
but I'm going to just try to work off this
and, you know, at least use the bearing to get it back in.
Meanwhile, Bicha, why don't you go check out that camera for interference?
See if you can find anything unusual.
Copy that.
I hope you guys get back all right.
All right, so, I'm going to take a trifield meter
and go out that way and see if there's any kind of activity back there.
- Gabe, you ready? - Yeah.
- All right, man. Let's go. - Let's hit it.
♪♪
[ Engine sputtering ]
♪♪
[ Sputtering continues ]
Aah!
Josh for base camp.
I have a problem out here. I can't start this motor.
The wind's blowing me east off the island,
and I don't have shore at this point,
but give me a couple minutes.
I'll try and get this thing turned over.
[ Sputtering continues ]
This is not funny, Josh.
We're out in the Bermuda Triangle.
This is — I'm, like, scared, straight up.
I don't want to be —
Well, what's our move?
"What's our move?"
Call somebody.
♪♪
Okay, so, Mike, let me see if I can get in here
and throw an anchor down.
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.
In the boat. In the boat. In the boat. In the boat.
Let's keep everybody in the boat.
♪♪
No.
Okay, so much for the anchor.
We're over the shelf of the reef, so we're too deep.
♪♪
Bicha for base camp.
Is there anything still on there, or is that thing gone?
SHARRA: I'm still seeing it in the exact same place.
I'm kind of wondering if you shouldn't turn it
in a different direction
and see if, indeed, it's only in that direction.
Like, not pointing at it and see if it goes away.
♪♪
I'm not seeing that anomaly anymore.
Okay, we're going to move it back to the same position
and see if that thing is in front of it or...
Wow, as soon as you pointed it back, there it is.
♪♪
I mean, there really is nothing in front of this.
Look at this.
No, it's totally there,
and when you panned away, it was gone.
But that's where it is.
There's no light hitting the camera,
so it can't be lens flare.
We're coming back to base camp.
We're in some deep, deep jungle right now, man.
Yeah, we are.
We could hear the beach that way,
but it just seems to be getting farther and farther
the more we walk.
Bicha for base camp.
Go for base camp.
We're knee-deep in jungle.
I mean, we're stuck.
I don't know where camp is anymore.
I mean, it's dark, and we just can't figure out
which way we're going right now.
I don't know what to do.
Oh, man. I got to get out of here.
[ Engine sputtering ]
♪♪
Every time I get into a boat on this show.
Really?
It's like — if it's not the engine doesn't start,
the thing floods, it sinks, a dinosaur comes up.
It's, like, something every time.
[ Engine starts, revs ] Ooh!
Yes! Yeah, yeah!
[ Engine humming ]
I got the motor going. I got it going, boys.
I'm coming in.
Whoo-hoo!
[ Both cheering ]
I'll be here at the beach whenever you guys come in.
Get a cold beer ready for me. I'm coming in.
Awesome, guys. Come on back.
Josh to base camp. The Bermuda Triangle is real.
[ Laughs ]
GATES: Yo, we don't know where Bicha is?
BICHA: I am seriously lost.
I don't know where I am right now.
[ Indistinct noise in distance ]
Something...
What is that?
♪♪
I can't see anything.
Lots of wooded stuff.
Something...
What is that?
It was definitely something.
Where are we?
Uh...
There's nothing out here right now.
All right.
Hey, Josh, so, uh, me and Gabe went out,
but I don't know if we can figure out
how to get back to camp, so...
Can you get to the beach?
I don't know. I mean, I can hear the beach.
I don't know where camp is anymore.
Copy that.
Okay, well, we're just getting reset here
with new batteries and tapes in the cameras,
and why don't we get that stuff reloaded,
and we'll come look for you guys. Okay.
All right, well, let's go and try and find those guys.
♪♪
[ Whirring ]
It's going off.
We're in the middle of nowhere,
and it's still getting some kind of reading.
[ Whirring continues ]
What could it be?
This thing's on fire.
All right. We'll keep going.
♪♪
Bicha!
Josh for Bicha. Josh for Gabe.
[ Static ]
I'm lost in these black woods.
[ Clicking ] My light's not working.
♪♪
Bicha for base camp. Do you copy me?
[ Sighs ] I'm just trying to find my way back now.
[ Static ]
I'm so far from base camp that they can't pick up.
[ Indistinct talking ]
This is not good.
GATES: Bicha!
♪♪
Josh for Bicha. Come in, Bicha.
♪♪
Josh for Bicha. Come in, Bicha.
BICHA: Go for Bicha.
Oh, there you are. Where are you, man? We're looking for you.
Okay, well, you're breaking up a little bit.
We're going to head back out to the main trail
and try and find you there.
All right.
♪♪
BICHA: I'm going to yell real loud,
and if you can tell where I'm at, that's where I'm at.
Josh!
Bicha!
Josh!
Bicha!
Oh —
Ohh!
Hello?
Bicha!
Yeah, yeah, I can hear you. I can hear you.
You guys hear me?
I just got to find a path to get out of here.
Can you see this light, Bicha?
I see light. I see light.
Bicha, come again!
I'm here. I'm here. I'm here. Can you guys hear me?
Yeah. You okay?
Hold on.
[ Groaning ]
I seriously can't get out of here.
♪♪
GATES: Follow the sound of my voice.
How did you guys get over there?
- What's up, man? - You made it.
[ Groans ]
- You all right? - Yeah.
- What happened to you guys? - Oh, finally.
It's the future right now. It's the year 3000.
I'm still doing "Destination Truth."
"Destination Truth 25."
Season 25. [ Laughs ]
We came back to look for you.
GATES: With my crew getting lost,
my boat nearly being swept to sea,
our electrical equipment acting strangely,
and a truly unique recording on the IR camera,
we were starting to feel as though South Bimini
was living up to its reputation.
My own attempt in the field to re-create the strange image
on the IR camera provided no results.
So, I got a flashlight beam going right across the light right now.
Does that image at all?
That has no effect.
It doesn't even come close to what we saw.
GATES: By the light of day,
Bimini regained its composure as an island paradise,
and the dark happenings of the night before
were merely a memory.
As we headed home, there was much to reflect on
about our visit to the Bermuda Triangle.
The evidence we collected during our investigation
may not have been conclusive, but my team and I all agree
that the experience we had was far from normal.
There's some sort of magnetic disturbance out here.
I don't know what it is,
but I'm getting a really clean read on it.
All of our gear is crapping out.
There was definitely a feeling
that a force of nature was at play,
and one thing was for certain —
Bimini Island and its surrounding waters
are supremely affected
by bizarre and mysterious circumstances.
Whether or not this area is the epicenter
of the infamous Triangle, like so many people believe,
is cause for much more research.
But according to our investigation,
this tiny corner of the Bahamas
is definitely a place to be reckoned with.
So the next time you find yourself on a flight
over the waters of the mid-Atlantic,
my recommendation — steer clear of Bimini Island.