Imagine, if you will, you spend millions of dollars renting this enormous ship, supplying it for your expedition, crewing it, fitting it out with cutting-edge equipment, not to mention the cost of the submersibles and undersea rovers, just writing out huge cheques every day, your accountants keep committing suicide, the numbers are immense, epochal, galactic. All to find this one priceless artifact, that would not only pay for the expedition many times over but would also make you world famous as the greatest treasure hunter of all time.

And then this old woman, after you fly her out special so she can tell you where it might be opnly for her to bore you for days telling this inane story about getting fucked by a street urchin, not only tells you that she knew all along that it wasn't down there - because she had it the whole time - but then yeets it back into the sea as some kind of gesture to the ghost of Greasy Joe.

What do you do? Bear in mind you are in international waters