Right Hour, Wrong Year

20250317

Prompt from DailyPrompt.com

Two years? Pff. You like pulling pranks on people, huh? You see someone like me and go “Ooh, flew through the Bermuda Triangle, ay? Quick, switch the network time.”
Tsk. Look, I had enough fuel for that eight-hour flight and landed with expected reserves. Plus, my passengers were asleep the whole time. You’re telling me they snoozed for two years? You’re telling me I sat in that pilot seat without sleep for two years?
Yeah, we lost radio for a while. And it was freaky, but I stayed on course and we got signal back without issue. Nothing happened.
Newspapers? Eesh, you really pulled out the stops-
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This - this isn’t funny.
My family! I want to talk to my family. Let me call my wife.
Shit. Fuck! Fine, yes, alright, I know nobody’ll be up. Overnight flight, after all. And I showed up exactly when I should, to the fucking dot. Even with the tower scrambling to get us our slot - and ok, that makes sense now - we touched down within estimates. 03:19.
How could I be ten minutes and TWO YEARS off? This doesn’t make sense!
What about my passengers? Are they… were we all declared dead? Wh-what about my bank accounts and everything? Are - what-
This can’t be happening. It can’t! I…
Please, please tell me this is all a sick prank.

Prompt was “Write a monologue from the perspective of a pilot who disappeared in the Bermuda Triangle for two years.”