Today, while diving off the coast of Bermuda, I stumbled upon the haunting remains of a 17th-century galleon. The ocean had transformed it into an underwater garden, with corals painting stories across its timbers. As I touched the ship's ancient wood, I felt a connection to the mariners who once braved the seas aboard her. It’s moments like these that remind me why I love what I do. My heart races thinking about the secrets this ship might hold. Can't wait to share the tales it whispers with my marine historian buddy. 