The sea was calm.
The patrol ship Albatross cut through the waves when a sailor pointed to something on the horizon: a green, glowing sphere drifting with the current.
At first, they thought it was a buoy. But as they got closer, they realized—it wasn’t.
…
Too smooth. Too perfect.
The sun reflected off its surface like a polished mirror.
The men exchanged uneasy glances.
The captain frowned and whispered:
— Get closer.
The ship changed course.
When the hook struck the object, the sound was deep and metallic, like an echo from the depths of time.
It wasn’t plastic. It wasn’t wood.
— If it’s metal, — one murmured, — then it shouldn’t float on its own…
They tied a rope, but it went taut with no effect.
The sphere seemed anchored to something far below.
The captain tried to contact shore, but all that came through was static.
The sea had grown unnervingly quiet.
They decided to send divers.
The first one descended, his flashlight slicing through the darkness.
Suddenly, an enormous shadow loomed before him.
It wasn’t rock. It was metal.
— There’s something down here… — his voice trembled.
— It’s huge.
As the light swept over the surface, rivets, hatches, and the rusted hull came into view.
It was a sunken ship.
The divers entered through a half-open door.
Inside, they found rows of crates lined up with precision.
They brought the news to the surface:
— They’re not weapons… they’re supplies. Medicines.
The Albatross had discovered a humanitarian aid ship, lost seventy years ago.
And the sphere floating above it wasn’t debris: it was a marker, left by those who hoped that one day, someone would find it.
On deck, no one spoke.
Only the sound of the sea…
and the weight of a story the ocean had been keeping.
Why do you think someone wanted to hide the ship instead of rescuing it?
Share your thoughts in the comments—because sometimes the sea doesn’t just hide secrets… it protects them.