The Met has a great article about a woman finding the world’s oldest message in a bottle while strolling an Australian beach. It turns out it was part of a German ship’s drift experiment and was found 132 years after it was thrown overboard.
The message was a record of the bottle’s origins.
I couldn’t help but wonder, however, what it would have been like to have picked up a bottle with a personal message. Something like, “Help! I’m a prisoner of the Xubutu Tribe.” Or: “If you get this, I’m being held on the HMS Bounty. Send help!”
Have you ever picked up a bottle on the beach? I would almost be tempted to leave it in place.