Final Crossing

The Islander   braved hurricanes, ice, and rocks to put Martha's Vineyard in our reach. Now, after half a century, a million miles, and one onboard failed political assassination, the legendary ferryboat is being retired. This is her story.

By Chris Burrell
August 6, 2006

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SHE COASTS TOWARD THE PIER AND LETS LOOSE A WHISTLE, "BOOOOO-WHUMP." From the docks, you can hear the clang of metal as crewmen prepare to bind the steel car ramp to the bow. As the ship eases between pilings, her engines thrust into reverse. For the ferry arriving in port, this nautical noise may as well be a requiem. (Full article: 1522 words)

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