The objects were still out there, he could see them—just a dark smudge on the water’s surface now. He needed someone—anyone—to really look. To confirm he wasn’t losing his mind. A couple lay on a towel near the dunes. Arthur approached, trying to sound calm.
“Excuse me. Do you see that out there?” he asked, pointing. “Something floating—dark, oval-shaped.” The woman looked up and squinted. “You mean that big ship?” the man asked, shielding his eyes.