Selina walked this stretch of beach every day, so she knew right away something was different.

Approaching from hundreds of yards back, all she knew for sure was that something was on the beach that normally wasn’t. It could be a very stationary group of people, a large piece of driftwood, a pile of seaweed.

The closer she got, the more unsure of her eyesight she became. The something she was walking toward appeared to be…a piano. But how? Why? Maybe it just looked like a piano from where she stood?

When she finally arrived at the object there were other people starting to gather around. There was no longer any doubt about it, it was a piano.

It wasn’t just any piano, it was so ornate, it looked like something straight out of a European palace. The beautiful instrument also appeared weathered but undamaged - not like it had spent weeks being tossed about by the ocean before being deposited so perfectly on all four legs in the sand.

Selina moved slowly around the piano, peering closely but not touching it for fear that it might disintegrate like a sand sculpture in the wind. Others were being equally cautious.

As she came around the front of the piano, she noticed faded writing in gold leaf calligraphy on the beautifully carved wood just above the keys. It said: “R.M.S. Titanic.” She read it again, just to be sure.

Looking into the eyes of the other beachcombers near her who’d read the inscription as well, she saw they had the same astonished question she did: How could that be possible?