Water flooded in through the portholes and the captain ordered all crew to start bailing.
But the shore looked close, so deckhand Henry lept overboard and swam for it. The captain cursed him for a coward.
Another wave smashed the hull and the ketch sank, everyone else drowned.
A century later Henry’s great-granddaughter was walking along the beach at low tide.
She tripped on a plank of wood - part of the rotting ribs of the Lucia. Surprised, she cursed, kept walking, and forgot about it.