Actually, I have two 'note in a bottle' stories to relate.
The first was while I was young & in the U.S. Navy
cruising somewhere near the Philippine Islands (the skipper
never really chit chatted with us on our location). A marine
friend of mine & myself decided to drop a bottle note over the side. Never received a response, though.
The second story was a bit better because it occurred about 20 years after the first bottle story and I was still thinking of bottles with notes as I combed the shoreline of San Francisco
Bay one day just to see what might be found.
Behold, I actually spotted one and opened it with excitement. The note was clear with a name, a phone
number, and a request to call. Unfortunately, it was a Bay Area number so it wasn't as if it had floated a thousand miles.
So, I called the number and a woman answered of approximately 40 years of age. I advised her that I was attempting to reach 'Adam' without mentioning why. There was a silence. A deafening silence. And then, she asked me why I wanted to speak with Adam. So, I said that I had found his name & number in a bottle that had floated ashore on the East Bay. More deafening silence. Then, outrageous laughter. Turned out that "Adam" was about 10 years old, her son, and she wondered why an adult male stranger was seeking him. (We all understand the world today). Then, she was delighted and said she would pass the message along to him that his bottle had been found while explaining that he must have thrown it in while fishing
with his father on the Bay.
Hows that for a bottle story?