Diana pulls up a shipwreck

Even so, Alia felt a knot of worry in her chest loosen when she looked out to sea and saw Diana cutting through the ocean, her arms slicing through the water at a determined pace.  There was something behind her, a massive shape that appeared in the spaces between waves.
When Diana reached the shore, she emerged with water streaming down her dark hair, ropes thrown over her shoulders, feet digging into the sand, every muscle in her body straining as she strode forward.  It took Alia a long moment to realize that the ropes were rigging.
Diana had hauled the Thetis from the bottom of the sea.
A bone-deep shiver quaked through Alia.  One of the masts was still intact; the other had snapped free close to its base.  The prow was completely gone.  The explosion had left nothing but a jagged line of wood and fiberglass where the rest of the boat should be.