This boat overnight washed up on the Beach at St. Simons Island, on the Georgia coast. While we waited for someone from the Georgia Department of Natural Resources, I speculated on where it might have been. Could it have been one of the lifeboats from the Titanic? My “smarter than I am wife”, Gisela assures me it’s not likely since the Titanic sank near Greenland, about 25-hundred miles from St. Simons. In my fictiional world, those ocean currents could have carried the rotted-out craft any distance. Journalism offers a tongue-in-cheek aphorism: “never let the facts get in the way of a good story.” We are not bound by the facts at all in writing fiction…only that the story is believable…that it could be true. While I’m working on a Titanic plot line, a deputy sheriff arrives. He tells me it’s very, very old, but not Titanic old. The deputy believes it’s a fiber glass fishing boat. Imagine the story you could tell of two men who went fishing and never came back. I’ m working on it.
A mystery boat