Whoever’s pickup truck has the most guys in the back with the most Coors Light is the law of the island. That’s the way it was framed to us when asked if there was any police on the island or how things were settled. The guys who I presumed would be this “law” or lack thereof also doubled as the suppliers for our lobster. When we first went down to the docks to inquire about getting a few bugs for dinner, it was 4:30pm and all work was done and beers were cracked. Nobody was moving out of their seat. They did however promise a delivery the next day to our doorstep of fresh caught lobsters. No house number was given, just “the blue house on the point” which was more descriptive than we probably needed to give. If I was a betting man, I’d say they clearly already knew where we were staying as city slicker types probably do not blend in that well no matter how hard we tried.