On this overcast but not too cool Saturday in November, a woman made an appearance on Haven Port Island, but it wasn't by the usual means.

The eleven o'clock ferry had just pulled away from the shore. Twelve year old Gary was standing on the old wharf next to the ferry dock, holding his fishing rod. He was watching the ferry when he saw something different. "Hey, look at that. There's a coat floating in the water."

"Should we go get it? Does it look good?" asked his twin brother Jerry.

Almost in unison, they dropped their fishing poles and ran off the old ferry dock to check this out. And, when they got down to the water's edge they could see more clearly it certainly was a coat, but someone was still in it.

A woman.

"Call Mom," Gary said. And Jerry did, on their emergency-only cell phone.

Their mom told them to stay put and as she drove to the waterfront, she called the sheriff's office. It flashed through her mind that talking on a phone while driving was illegal...

???????...but this was an emergency.