Messages in bottles belong to the past — they are romantic relics, the communication technology of shipwrecks and slow crossings. When Marcus Holden pulled one from the North Sea in October 2023 and found a date on the letter inside that hadn't happened yet, he briefly assumed he'd misread it. He hadn't.

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Messages in bottles belong to the past — they are romantic relics, the communication technology of shipwrecks and slow crossings. When Marcus Holden pulled one from the North Sea in October 2023 and found a date on the letter inside that hadn't happened yet, he briefly assumed he'd misread it. He hadn't.

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A Fisherman Found an Intact Message in a Bottle — Dated 14 Years in the Future

Marcus Holden, 44, has fished the North Sea out of Whitby, Yorkshire for twenty years. He has found the occasional piece of unusual debris in his nets — nothing that prepared him for what he pulled up on the morning of October 7th, 2023.

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A glass bottle, sealed with wax, in good condition. Inside, visible through the glass, a rolled piece of paper.

He opened it that evening, at home, in the manner of someone doing a thing that deserves a moment of ceremony.

The letter was handwritten, in English, in a clear and careful hand.

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