In the 1960s I was onboard an 800ft long vessel that entered the Bermuda Triangle. She sailed along with ease in the calmest seas until clouds began forming on the horizon directly in the path of our heading. The storm that arose tossed that huge ship around like a mere toothpick in a Jacuzzi and when the swells lifted the bow, then suddenly dropped away, the ship would come down with a loud bang and shock waves reverberated down the entire length of the hull.
