"The next morning we distinctly perceived the black mountain, and the idea we had formed of it made it appear still more dreadful and rugged than it really was. About midday we found ourselves so near it that we began to experience what the pilot had foretold. We saw the nails, and every other piece of iron belonging to [our] vessel, fly toward the mountain, against which they struck with a horrible noise, impelled by the violence of the magnetic attraction. The vessel then immediately fell to pieces, and sank to the bottom of the sea, which was so deep in this place that we could never discover the bottom by sounding." - The Arabian Nights

  -- By Matthew from WI on March 20, 2010