Hooligans

WHO SHOT QUICKER AND WITH KEENER EYE

These are its ancestors. The survivors become the city‟s power brokers, the rulers of the kingdom,

dictating an archaic social structure that is unchanging, and defined by its metaphor, the Dune Club,

restricted to the elite, whose money is oldest, whose roots are deepest, and who, for more than a

century, have sequestered it from time.

Thus the years have passed Dunetown, leaving behind a treasure: an eighteenth-century serfdom

whose history trembles with ghost stories, with wars and brawls and buried loot on shaggy Atlantic

beaches; whose people have the heritage and independence of islanders, their bloodlines traced to

Irish colliers, Spanish privateers, to Haiti and Jamaica, and Cherokee reservations.

Its bays, marshes, and rivers still weave a city composed of islands: Alec, Skidaway, Thunderhead,

Buccaneer, Oceanby, Sea Oat, and the wistful, Gatsby-like isle of Sighs, a haunt of the rich, its

antique houses serene against the backwaters of the sea, where one might easily envision a solitary

and forlorn Jay Gatz, staring across the water at the solemn light on Daisy‟s pier

The past is everywhere,

If you listen,

For that is not the wind you hear,

it is the whispering ghost of yesteryear.

Reality, to Dunetown, is history to the rest of the world.