The fisherman woke up early, as usual. Twilight still lingered over the sea, the air was cool and damp, and the surf whispered steadily, promising a good catch. He prepared his gear, checked the boat, and was about to head out to the open sea when his eyes caught a strange object on the rocky shore.

At first, he thought it was a large box or an abandoned container washed up by the waves. But the closer he got, the more a strange uneasiness grew inside his chest. Before him lay a coffin. Old, metallic, covered in rust and seaweed, as if it had drifted for a long time across the sea before finally ending up there.

— My God… the fisherman whispered, glancing around in confusion. The shore was empty. Only the sound of the waves and the cries of seagulls accompanied his discovery.

His first thought was not to touch it and to call the police immediately. But curiosity proved stronger. The man crouched carefully next to the coffin, examining it.

On the lid hung a small, already rusted lock. One strong pull was enough to make it fall off.

The fisherman’s heart was pounding. He slowly lifted the heavy lid, and what revealed itself made him freeze.

Inside lay human remains. Bones, scraps of cloth that had once been clothing, and metal parts blackened by water and time.

Startled, the man recoiled and instinctively covered his mouth with his hand. He stood there for several seconds, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Later, when experts arrived, they determined that the coffin was almost a hundred years old. It had likely ended up in the sea after the wreck of an old ship. Currents and storms had carried it for decades across the waves until it finally washed ashore here.

The story spread instantly throughout the area. People whispered, speaking about the sea’s mystery and the fate of the deceased. For the fisherman, that day became the most unusual of his life.

It seemed as if the sea itself had decided to reveal to him an ancient secret, hidden in the depths of time.