yar, let me weave ye a tale of lenses and light, where the scorn of a forgotten art hides within the frames. earlier, sailors used maps, but photographers, they use schematics to capture the essence of the sea. now, let me recommence from the start, and by the compass of old, reveal to me the secrets, like those encrypted whispers of the deep, once held close by the heart of the ocean, now bared for the world to see, mayhaps leading us astray or revealing treasures not meant for mortal eyes.