Imagine you're an explorer in the 15th Century - perched on the deck of a tiny wooden boat sailing uncharted seas, thousands of miles from home.
Now imagine that in the middle of a seemingly endless and empty ocean you encounter rusted debris from (what we today would recognize as) a space ship crawling with giant rusty bugs.
It might be time for some rum. Well maybe lots of rum.
Do you assume this is a harbinger of continents about to be discovered? Do you have anything in your experience to use as a reference? Do you focus instead on the small details and think that there's a new source of iron to be found?
When you see a forest growing out of the water with brightly coloured fish swimming among the branches - does it give you pause? Or as an explorer do you simply come to expect things outside of your norm?