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“You’re not a filmmaker,” Saavira said to Pri, not a question.

And then he saw it: a broken mast, encrusted with barnacles, leaning like a cross. The Nossa Senhora . Saavira Gungali-Pramod Maravanthe-Joe Costa-Pri...

Joe Costa, the outsider with a diver’s lungs and a historian’s heart, adjusted his mask. He’d flown in from Goa after Pramod’s cryptic message: “The old Portuguese wreck. Your grandfather’s ship.” For Joe, this wasn’t treasure. It was a ghost hunt. His great-grandfather, a ship’s carpenter named Afonso Costa, had gone down with the Nossa Senhora da Luz in 1952. The ship had carried a single, sacred object: a silver-inlaid Gungali —a ceremonial conch—meant for a temple that never received it. “You’re not a filmmaker,” Saavira said to Pri,

Saavira’s hand clamped over Pri’s wrist. For a long moment, they hung there, eye to eye through their masks. Then Pri smiled—a strange, sad smile—and pulled back. Joe Costa, the outsider with a diver’s lungs

Joe shook his head, and handed it to Saavira. “No. It was always meant for the temple. You finish the journey.”