Emma Culligan Reveals MAJOR Breakthrough About the Mystery at Smith’s Cove!

We just were kind of caught off guard because this is not what we expected.
It’s not that big long.
>> It’s a cast iron stove door.
>> It’s a beautiful design. I will say that.
>> Yes. I find the design quite unique.
>> The Oak Island team just pulled a heavy stove door from deep under the rocks.
And it has the same strange star shape as a button found far across the island.
Emma Culligan, who is used to finding old nails and junk, saw something that made her stop. Tune in because Emma just found a clue to a spot. No one ever dared to dig. Still digging, still nothing. Gary Drayton, our favorite guy with a metal detector, starts poking around and gets a signal. He digs and pulls out a clump of metal so crusty it could be anything. Treasure, ancient weapons, just another hunk of iron, so encrusted with gunk that it gets passed off to Emma Culligan for testing. She’s probably tired of cleaning this junk every week. And who can blame her? Every week, it’s another mystery rock with dreams of gold. only to end up as leftover furnace parts. But Emma freezes. This one isn’t like the others.
The garden shaft area. They’re drilling in a brand new spot they call HN15.5.
Why? Well, someone had a hunch. Dr. Yan Frankie guessed there might be a hidden chamber around 127 ft down. They drilled, pulled up some very boring looking dirt, stared at it like it might blink, then declared it normal. Just the kind of thrilling conclusion fans wait for. No chamber, no tunnel, no secret pirate hallway. It was the geological equivalent of checking your mailbox and only finding junk coupons. And just when you thought things couldn’t get more confusing, enter the war room.
>> Guys, I don’t want to dig anything in the swamp. That’s where I’m at.
>> We’re not done yet.
>> They gather around to chat with Dr.
Spooner and his scientist buddies about water samples from the garden shaft.
completely clean. It’s like someone flipped a switch. Marty Lega looks ready to tear the whole place down with his bare hands. Instead, the scientists shift their attention to the chappelle and headen shafts because when one hole doesn’t pan out, dig another. Meanwhile, lot 5 brings the usual chaos. There’s a big stone foundation and Fiona Steel asks Ethan Green and Peter Fornetti to move a rock underneath. Charcoal, brick bits, some mystery bones. Could it be something wild? Maybe. Could it be another sign of historical industrial work? Definitely. But that doesn’t sell.
So into the side notes it goes. The evidence keeps pointing to things like brick making, tanning, and mining. But try pitching that to a TV audience expecting knights and buried Spanish loot. Back in the lab, Emma Culligan and Lar Nan take on that big crusty metal blob Gary found. They can’t scan it, so they get old school. Hammer and chisel.
It breaks apart to reveal a stove door from the mid 1800s. Let that sink in.
The big dramatic discovery, an oven part. It likely came from one of the many crews that searched Oak Island over the years. Maybe they got cold. Maybe someone wanted soup. Either way, it’s not exactly Da Vinci Code material. We boomerang right back to Smith’s Cove where the team is still after signs of the Restall family’s work. This time they find more boards, some newer nails, a random bolt, and what looks like a broken spike.
>> Hey guys, how are you?
>> Good. You both got it?
>> Pretty much pretty much done.
>> So, pretty quick, we’ll be able to remove this and then we can get over to that stuff and then we can excavate here. Is that right?
>> Yeah, exactly. It’s going to be interesting to get under it.
>> These aren’t exactly screaming centuries old treasure, but into the evidence bag they go. Gary looks at it all like he wants to believe. But believing is easy when you’ve got a camera crew behind you. Back to drilling. This time it’s borehole D.5-7.4.
Supposedly, this area has high readings of precious metals, and everyone is buzzing. They dig down past 100 ft, hit wood at 102, and then again at 108. The dirt in between is untouched, which they say suggests a tunnel, maybe 8 to 9 ft wide. And sure, that might mean something. But let’s not forget this is the same area Robert Dunfield already dug up. If there’s a tunnel, it might just be the ghost of a digger’s past.
And let’s talk more about that cast iron stove door. It’s not the first. Fred Nolan found another under Nolan’s cross.
At this point, it’s clear people lived, worked, and cooked on Oak Island. They weren’t all secret societies or pirates.
Some were just folks making bricks or boiling animal hides. But that’s not the stuff of legend, is it? It’s a lot harder to spin a TV special about historic brick kils.
Emma, the lone voice of science and reason, keeps getting handed random scrap metal. Sometimes it’s a nail.
Other times it’s part of an old stove or a shattered hinge. Yet, she treats each one like it might matter because maybe it does, just not in the way the team wants. Each artifact tells a story, just not the story they’re trying to force.
And let’s not ignore the editing tricks.
Close-ups of the crews serious faces.
Slow motion pans across rusty tools.
Moody music playing while someone stares at a piece of mud like it holds the answers to life. The production is putting in more effort than the search team. Just as they gave up, an unexpected metal chunk pulled them in.
Smith’s Cove is hiding more than treasure. Meanwhile, the audience is left wondering if anyone will ever ask the obvious questions, like why all the industrial age tools keep turning up, or why a stove door gets more screen time than the theory that this was just a working island. The team keeps fishing in a pond that dried up long ago, hoping for one last shiny distraction. You ever hear about people digging for treasure and actually finding something? That’s what’s going down at Smith’s Cove. And it’s messier, weirder, and way more interesting than anyone expected.
Especially now that Emma Culligan just threw a whole new twist into the mix.
Let’s rewind a bit. The tides rolling out, rocks slippery enough to break your neck, and two guys, Gary and Alex, stomping around with metal detectors like it’s Christmas morning. They’re not just goofing off. They’re sniffing out old ship parts, Templar crosses, maybe even something worth more than their weight in gold. And guess what? They actually hit something big. Now, this isn’t your average coin or rusty nail.
We’re talking about a massive iron chunk buried deep under the rocks. Like deeper than you think kind of deep. It took more than a few grunts, shovels, and a visit from Uncle Rick. Because of course, someone had to call the muscle to yank this beast out of the dirt. But here’s where it gets spicy. When they finally pull it out, wet, grimy, and heavy as sin, they don’t even know what they’ve got. Just a lump of ancient metal looking like it got chewed up and spit out by the sea gods themselves. Not exactly treasure chest vibes, right?
Still, they drag it back to the lab where Emma Culligan works her magic. She scrapes off layers of time, grime, and disappointment only to uncover something no one expected. It’s a door. Not just any door. A cast iron stove door. And it’s not even the door that gets people talking. It’s the starburst design on it. A weird specific symbol that just happens to match a button they found on lot five. Some forgotten chunk of metal connects to a random button dug up from another part of the island. Coincidence?
Emma isn’t buying it, and neither should anyone else. The whole situation is giving big someone was here doing something they weren’t supposed to energy. Think less pirates with eye patches, more secret builders dragging cast iron pieces across rock beds when nobody was watching. Someone had a plan, and it clearly involved more than just digging holes and hoping for the best.
What Emma uncovered isn’t just a clue.
It’s a crack in the whole story. If these artifacts really do match, it means there might be an entire system or network hidden under those rocks.
Something big enough to need parts like these and symbols to mark the way. This isn’t about treasure anymore. It’s about who was sneaking around Smith’s Cove centuries ago and what they were building or hiding. And thanks to Emma’s sharp eyes and steady hands, the team might finally be peeling back the first real layer of truth. But that’s not the only thing stirring up the island lately. Let’s break it down. What starts with a morning stroll by the water has now turned into a full-blown historical riddle. The spot where the iron door was found, it’s no accident. This part of the cove has been coughing up relics for years. Metal spikes from ships, lead crosses that scream medieval flare, even timber pieces that seem too perfect to be natural. Now, toss in this stove door and it feels less like a beach and more like someone’s hidden garage. But instead of storing cars, it’s hiding secrets from centuries ago. The more they dig, the more it looks like someone wanted this spot to stay buried. Not because of gold or jewels, but maybe something bigger. Instructions, messages, warnings. Who knows? Emma, for one, is not brushing any of this off.
After cleaning the metal chunk and spotting that starburst design, she starts comparing it to everything the team has found over the years. And that’s where it gets weird. That same starburst shows up again and again, etched into buttons, stamped into wood, even carved faintly into a few old coins. And then there’s the question of depth. This thing was 4 ft down under rocks in a spot that fills with water.
Nobody just loses a stove door there.
That takes effort. That takes a reason.
Maybe it was part of a tunnel entrance.
Maybe it was blocking something important. Whatever it is, it wasn’t meant to be found easily. And that’s exactly why it matters so much now. The more Emma and the team investigate, the more they start realizing they’re standing on top of a trail. One metal object at a time, they’re getting closer to mapping out whatever system someone left behind. A system that may have included codes, passageways, or even storage for dangerous knowledge. Think about it. This wasn’t dropped last year or even last century. It’s been stewing in seawater and silence for hundreds of years. The corrosion alone tells that story. But now it’s out and it’s loud.
And here’s the kicker. Emma’s not done.
Far from it. She’s already planning new scans, running tests, looking for traces of what else might have been attached to that iron. Was it connected to something bigger? Was it a part of a machine? A trap door? The lab is buzzing, but no one’s guessing anymore. They’re chasing.
The beach gave up one door. Now it looks like the rest of the building is about to come out, too. Buried beams found.
Word is spreading fast among the team and suddenly all eyes are on the coastline. If this thing was buried that deep and still had matching features from other parts of the island, then there could be more. Lots more. And not just random scraps, but big history twisting pieces of a puzzle no one knew existed. Some are already whispering about a structure, something wide and buried and possibly artificial. Not just a collapsed boat or some debris washed in by chance, but actual building remnants, support beams, door frames, maybe even a floor. And every day that passes without rain is another day of digging, testing, and trying to catch whoever left their work unfinished. The energy shifted on the island. You can feel it. Every beep of the detector now feels personal. Every shovel scrape makes heads turn. Everyone’s waiting for the next piece, and Emma’s leading the charge. It would be easy to write this off as just another weird find. Another footnote in the long, confusing saga of Oak Island. But this door doesn’t feel like a footnote. It feels like a headline. Now, Emma didn’t show up waving a treasure map or chanting pirate songs. No, she came in with data, scans, and a look on her face like she’s already five steps ahead. And suddenly, this wasn’t just another day of digging up rusty nails and driftwood. She starts talking about elements, the stuff science nerds get off on. Turns out the debris had little surprises hidden in it. Metal bits fused right into the stone-like crust that nobody really thought twice about until Emma did.
Turns out they were dealing with iron castings, the kind that scream mid-9th century. Not the old piratey stuff some of the team hoped for, but still something. because that meant there were folks down there later than anyone thought. Maybe trying to cover something up or reinforce it. Maybe both. But the real kicker, manganese. That one word kind of flipped the script. The levels they found shoved the date closer to the 1800s. That might sound like a snoozefest, but think again. This means someone dragged an actual stove, or at least pieces of one, into this godforsaken place, left it behind, and then disappeared like it never happened.
Who does that? Who hauls heavy iron to a flooded trap-filled pit and bounces?
Meanwhile, Gary’s doing his usual metal detecting ballet, waving that wand around like it’s going to beep out the meaning of life. But this time, something buzzes. Not just buzzes, it screams. And guess what? They dig up? A bolt. Big, chunky, suspiciously modern.
Not the treasure anyone was hoping for, but it gets people talking. Then another hit. Another beep. Another shiny disappointment. A nail. A modern one.
Which would be boring if it wasn’t exactly what they needed because this wasn’t just any nail. It was the kind that said, “Hey, remember the Restals?
The family that almost died digging around here in the ’60s. They left their mark. Literally.” So now we’re dealing with ghost tools from treasure hunters past. And every bit of steel they dig up whispers, “You’re close. Keep going.” The team’s scrambling. They’re chasing wooden forms, bolts, fasteners, anything that might give shape to what’s down there. And it’s a hot mess. You’ve got guys in helmets shouting over beeping detectors and pulling out warped nails like they just discovered Atlantis. Rick Laena is out there pacing like a man who forgot his coffee, then found it, then lost it again. Craig Tester is analyzing every chunk of wood like it insulted his mother. Everyone’s got their theory, but they all hinge on one thing, that vertical shaft. If they can confirm that shaft, the same one the Resttols poured concrete into before everything went sideways, then that opens up a direct line to the so-called flood tunnel, the mythical booby trap pipeline everyone’s been obsessed with for the past 50 years. Someone yells they found something again. They always find something, but this time it’s more wood deep down where the shaft should be.
Could be the real deal or another wild goose chase. They bring Gary down again and he gets more hits, more bolts, more nails. At this point, you’re thinking, “What kind of crazy construction site was this?” But it tracks if this was the rest shaft. And if the stuff they’re finding matches up, then maybe they’re finally on the right track. Because Smith’s Cove isn’t just giving up answers. It’s teasing, luring them in with scraps and echoes. It’s throwing just enough at them to make them dig a little deeper, argue a little louder, and hope a little harder. But Emma’s the one who shifted the whole vibe. Without her scans, without that manganese data, they might still be chasing shadows. Now there’s a date, a purpose, a timeline, and maybe, just maybe, a path forward.
The real question isn’t whether they’re close, it’s what they’ll find when they get there. Because Smith’s Cove, it’s not done playing games. That night, the team circles around maps, notes, and whatever fragments they can still hold in their gloved hands. The lights hum overhead, casting long shadows across blueprints smudged with dirt. No one’s relaxed. These guys look like gamblers who just found out the dice might be loaded, but they still have to roll.
They argue over the wood samples, the angles of erosion, the inconsistent layering. One guy swears the grain matches planks from a 19th century shipwreck. Another thinks it looks like somebody’s old barn door. Meanwhile, someone’s turning over a rusty hinge in his hands like it’s going to whisper its secrets. It doesn’t. But the fact that it was wedged into sediment way below sea level keeps them up past midnight.
Emma’s data gets dragged out again. The scans she ran show density patterns in the concretions, the kind that don’t just show metal, they tell stories. Some of those stories look rushed. Others look intentional. And that’s the weird part. It’s not the randomness of shipwreck garbage. It’s too clean, too arranged. Someone was building something. Someone who didn’t want it was found. Next morning, the digging kicks off again. This time with bigger machines and smaller tempers. The mud fights back like it knows it’s losing.
Every scoop pulls up just enough to keep hope alive without giving away the prize. The bolts they’re finding are pitted, but uniform. Manufactured, mass-made, sure, but dropped down there with intent. It wasn’t just old junk.
One of the guys, covered in mud from the waist down, pulls a fragment out of the ground and just stares at it. It’s not treasure. It’s not gold. It’s not glowing in the sun. It’s just a curve of iron. Something that might have been a stove leg melted slightly and shaped by time. But the way he holds it, you’d think it was the key to everything.
Gary’s detector won’t shut up. He moves a few feet and it starts again. Beep, dig, repeat. And the bag they’re filling with nails, it’s got more entries than some museums. But here’s the kicker.
They start to see a pattern. Nails and rows, bolts and clusters. Someone built a platform or a casing. Someone organized the mess before the Earth swallowed it. They mark out the perimeter, draw lines in the mud, and suddenly the chaos looks like a blueprint, a buried one. And the deeper they go, the more obvious it becomes.
This wasn’t accidental. Whatever happened here, whoever was behind it, they were trying to build around something. Maybe protect it, maybe hide it. What if the real treasure on Oak Island isn’t gold, but the truth they’ve been ignoring all along? Share your thoughts in the comments. Don’t forget to like and subscribe for more.