It wasn't a wreck. He’d seen wrecks. It wasn’t a dead whale. He’d smelled those.
The tide was wrong.
"The third mystery of the sea is not what it hides, but what it remembers. The land forgets. The sea never does. Ask it about the ship that left Brixham in ’33. The one with no name. The one that came back this morning." seasidemystery033