A message in a bottle, washed ashore, probably on a deserted island, a short swim from the castaways.
Or maybe it’s landed on a touristy beach, to be spotted by two teens on spring break, as they stroll awkwardly, arm in arm, along the surf’s edge.
Will their curiosity about each other’s bodies be distracted by their curiosity about the bottle’s contents?
Did the letter writer think to include GPS coordinates, a date, the fraudulent promise of priceless pirate treasure to motivate would be rescuers?
Hope springs eternal.
Bribery primes the pump.