A while back I was diving on the wreck of the Chester Poling, which broke up and went down within sight of Glouscester Harbor in a storm in the 70's. It was an inshore oiler, a working boat, nothing fancy. I'd dived it several times (often pausing to blunt the sharp points of some stuff in the engine room with a handy rock), and there was really nothing in it but silt and the odd rotting boot.
So I went into the galley, and what did I find? A stack of cheap dishes on the counter! I imagined some new diver descending into the galley (which is actually in open water) and bringing up a few as though they were treasures from the Doria or something, and started laughing so hard I almost lost my reg. The captain knew they were there, and we had a good laugh about them.