Rich Pruitt and Ed Parks, fellow descendants of Joseph Crockett, slowly shake their heads. The three stand among the yard's clutter of idle machinery and beached deadrises, boats that have dragged crab scrapes through the mud settled on Oyster Creek's bones. From here they can see the navigation marker winking over the former town site. Ed Parks murmurs. He nods toward the channel.
Parks points toward a clump of trees a mile off, on Tangier's northern end.
A handful of gravestones is all that remains of it.