Of all the bar stories I've heard, from ramblings of the haunted lighthouse on the edges of town to tales of fish big enough to sink boats, my personal favorite would have to be the one of the young man who swam into another world. I have two reasons behind this. 1, it challenges our ideas about the universe we are situated in and 2, it supposedly happened right here, in sleepy Maritime. It's a fragmented story, broken apart by time and lost in translation. Each version I've heard differed from the last one and everyone tells it differently, with there being unclear parts in each retelling. I've heard this tale many times in completion. And I think I know the whole story. For clarity's sake, let's start at the beginning before the beginning.…show more content… Celebrities flocked to its out-of-the-way location, ritzy hotels, and good enough to settle for beaches. This was when the papparazzi weren't nearly as determined or relentless, and the challenge put forth by a sizeable portion of water was enough to keep them at bay. This sizeable portion of water in question happens to be only one thousand feet wide, and about fifteen feet deep at its very worst. The rest of the seperation between Maritime and the mainland town of Attwater is about six miles of gooey marsh. There have been many heated debates as to whether Maritime is truly an island. Some geographers say no, some say yes, most don't care, but the residents of the town attest that whether it is an island or not, they feel a terrible amount of isolation from current events and pop…show more content… A whole crop of new restaurants popped up in the last few years, mostly caused by all of the development going on. The way I heard it, the island's Board of Governors got tired of the whole “national park” game with the state, and decided it was time to bring the beachfront into the current century. After a couple budget adjustments at the expense of the community, that they did, with a slew of new amenities. Convenience stores, improved groceries, and restaurants- Most were your generic species, the kind you'd find in any mild-mannered American town. Homogenized foreign cuisine, fast food, faux diners, but one in particular caught my eye on the eighteenth night of my