Rowan locked the key and medallion inside his tackle box, unease coiling in his gut. Who had sealed them underwater? Why disguise them as a clam? And what did it all have to do with the Harringtons? These questions gnawed at him as he steered back toward port.
He headed to the local maritime museum, run by elderly historian Mr. Alden, who knew every shipwreck story of the last century. Rowan hesitated before revealing the medallion, unsure how much to disclose. Still, he placed it gently on the counter, watching Alden’s lined face closely for reaction.