"It's here somewhere, I know it is!" said one man as he climbed across the drying timbers of the over 470 year old ship.
"You said that when we first raised this wreck." grumbled his friend. "And that was 24 years ago!"
"But I saw it. I remember seeing it. Right in front of me. A big crystal ball like thing."
Ducking under a large piece of oaken he saw it. Blending in perfectly with the hull, it's glistening blue had faded to a dull green but it was there, glinting under the rays of his flashlight. Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he snapped an picture.
"What are you doing?" His friend asked.
"I've got a friend who works at P&O. There's only one ship that can tell me what this is." He replied.
His friend nodded and the man started climbing back down when his hand slipped. He fell a few feet before finding his footing once more but he'd gone white as sheet.
"What's wrong?" His friend asked.
"For a moment, I swear...I felt... A pulse." He replied.
"Bah! This ship's been dead for over 400 years. Not even a submarine could survive that long underwater."
"I suppose you're right." He conceded but he was sure of one thing, the Mary Rose still had at least one secret within her old frames.