" The ship started a school of fliers that skipped along the wave tops like shining silver coins.

"These are the ghosts of treasures ost at sea," the cook went on, "the murder things, emeralds and diamonds and gold; the sins of men, committed for them, stick to them and make them haunt the ocean. Ah! It's a poor thing if a sailor will not make a grand tale about it."

Henry pointed to a great tortoise asleep on the surface. "And what is the tale of the turtles?" He asked.

"Nothing; only food... "

― John Steinbeck , Cup of Gold