Squint and you can see them. Merchants of sugar, tea, and rum on the Billy O’Tea shipping by the island to deliver their goods to the good people in Savannah. If, of course, the pirates don’t get them before their ship enters safer waters and harbors. Now, rumor has it that One shipping company in particular painted their containers pink to make them look like Little Pink Houses and therefore please certain beach folks on Daufuskie. With that they will certainly buy good will and secure themselves a shielded sail into the before-mentioned harbors.

No U.S. Highway ends at the Southernmost point in South Carolina. Daufuskie Island does not have any highways. Dangling off the end in South Carolina but flirting with Savannah in Georgia gives us hope that things will be just fine. The heart gets what the heart wants, and not what restrictions and mandates require. And because Daufuskie doesn’t possess that Highway to end at the Southernmost point of the State, the dunes and sandbanks of the island do their job for us. Winding through the sea, bypassing afar structures built by men, they remind us that life is more than man-built structures that ultimately end somewhere anyway. Often unglamorous.

Islanders claim that pleasing either, the walrus or the carpenter, was never high on anybody’s list ever on Daufuskie. But one cannot help but wonder whether keeping the peace in such wonderful place essentially requires pleasing both. Yin and yang or in unison, sometimes it just requires a little storm to clear the sand away. And so islanders will and can say again “it will be grand!”