The dock keeps its own counsel.
There has always been a Smuggler's Ghost on this coast. He was a rum runner in 1928 making the Bimini crossing. He was a sloop captain in 1822 easing into the inlet at half-tide. He was a hundred men, and nobody you could name in a courtroom. He's the one who left these things behind. We're the ones who go looking.
Provenance, every time.
Every listing tells you where the piece came from, even if only by town.
Condition, spelled out.
A chip is a chip. Salt corrosion is salt corrosion. Photos are of the actual piece.
One of one, said once.
When it sells, it's gone. No countdown timers. No "only two left."