EDITOR'S NOTE
In the 25-year history of this magazine, we have assigned hundreds of writers to report thousands of stories. Beyond the occasional missed flight or mild case of reef rash, each has returned unscathed. Until now. In retrospect, pairing former editor in chief Bob Friel with the assignment to “check out some beach bars in the British Virgin Islands” may not have been the smartest move. Friel is a famously exhaustive researcher on such topics. We might also have reconsidered sending along several magazine employees to document his quest, since according to our legal department, we are now contractually obligated to repatriate their bodies, should they ever be found. And maybe we shouldn’t have given him a boat. Or at least not one so big. On these pages, we have collected fragments of Friel’s reportage, some sent in from a Hotmail account, others recovered from a laptop found wedged, eco-unfriendily, into a brain coral off Anegada. Other fragments, photos and evidence have been made available by the U.S. State Department and Larry’s Marine Salvage or are, as state’s evidence, public record.
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