"It would sure be an effective way of discouraging trespassers. Why do you suppose they crave privacy so much?"
"Beats me," Rick said. "We'll have to ask Cap'n Mike."
The launch passed the edge of the Creek House fence and came to a strip of sandy beach. The road ended a few feet from the beach. A number of cars were parked in the area, and along Smugglers' Reef were the occupants, most of them standing around the wreck.
"I'll run the launch in as far as I can," Risk directed, "then you jump ashore with the anchor."
"Okay." Scotty went forward and took the small anchor from its lashings, making sure he had plenty of line. As Rick pushed the bow of the launch into shallow water until it grated on the sand, Scotty jumped across the six feet of open water to the beach.
Rick took the keys from the ignition and joined him. Together they pulled the launch in a foot or two more, then dug the anchor into the sand. It would hold until the tide changed.
"Let's go look at the wreck," Scotty said.
Rick nodded. "Afterward, I think we'd better go look up Cap'n Mike. I have some questions I want to ask him."
"About what?"
"Something he said last night. And about the Kelsos."