It all started in the early morning hours on Mac Briggs’
deck at South Seas Plantation.  Buoyed with single malt
scotch, cigars, and night vision, the three eagle eyed
explorers, Bob Newell, Mac Briggs and Bob Zider, looked
across Redfish Pass, and their minds wandered:
What is there? Have you been there?  Why is is so
dark?  What is life?
Anyone have a boat?
 
Fortunately, we waited until morning to act on our
observations, and Mac had a new, unused 10ft Zodiac
in his locker with an 8 hp mother.  Boys went to work
and off we were.  Three men in a tub.
 
Then we saw it: a rusted, bullet-holed for sale sign,
by Geraci  International Realty.
 
Wading through 6 inches of standing water, we approached
the boarded house.  We had to have it.