THE COLLECTOR

Michael Adams picks up some of the finest teeth in the bay. He sleeps in an abandoned railway tunnel near the lagoon and walks to the beach each morning at dawn. First he rinses his face in the ocean, facing the harbour and the giant metal cranes of the container terminal; then he steps back to study the currents and pray.

“Just two or three teeth,” he asks, holding his shoes behind his back. “Just one good find.” He opens his eyes and sets off.

Adams, 29, has been collecting fossillised shark teeth for nearly two decades. The teeth are millions of years