Coast Guard Finds Ship’s Lost Cargo, Then Find Out What’s Inside

Clear Pattern

Metal groaned above them, but this was different—sharp, deliberate knocks echoing in sequence. Everyone froze. Jules raised a hand. “That’s not the wreck,” he whispered.

The sound repeated, louder this time, pounding in rhythm. Sarah’s heart jumped. “Those are signals,” she realized. Whoever—or whatever—was behind that steel wall was trying to communicate.