Somewhere between a sleepy Mexican island and the mainland, right in the blue middle of nowhere, lies a secret. A wild one.
We sailed out on a calm morning. No land in sight. Just sea, sky, and our RedCoral catamaran slicing toward a speck on the chart only I knew..
Then—ping. Depth meter drops fast. Ten feet of water beneath us. But no island in sight. “Time to jump,” I told the crew.
And boom—we were surrounded. Thousands—no, tens of thousands—of fish swirling in a vertical column, stacked to the surface. We floated in a living fish tornado. A shimmer of silver in every direction.
Then we dove a little deeper—and found it.
A massive sunken ferry, its steel hull cracked open on the hidden peak of this submerged island, sitting just forty feet under the waves. Some captain way back clearly missed the memo—or the reef.
The ferry? Still loaded. Sunken trucks lined the cargo deck like time capsules. Tires still round. Cabs tilted. Coral starting to grow on the chassis. A ghost convoy underwater.
It was just us down there. No other boats. No dive flags. Not even a kayak.
One seal. Curious and calm.
It swam lazy circles with our snorkelers, floating like royalty above that fish column. If you were that seal, would you leave? Nah. Neither did we.
This isn’t on TripAdvisor. You won’t find it in a guidebook. This is RedCoral Escapes—off-grid, under-the-radar, epic by default. We don’t do ordinary. We do stories you tell forever. Captain Daddy, signing off. Fair winds and submerged islands to ya. Check out and sign up for Our Next Escapes.
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