The man on the phone was kind, and happy to help. He emailed her pictures of paintings of the wreck from the museum’s collection, and a letter Samuel Littleton wrote to his wife on his last, fateful journey. She had had a child while he was away, a son he was eager to meet. He wrote that he could not bear to be apart from Hannah any longer. He had arranged for her and the children to come with him on his next voyage, a three-year journey to Indonesia that was never to be.
