The old man points to one of the more distant massive pillars of stone, rising from the sea, beyond the broken-off end of the Irespan. "That one there's the Crow," he says, indicating the last one out, on the West side of the pilings, a structure about two hundred feet wide, and about the same in height. "But there's nobody in there," the old sailor assures them. "Nothing but a big stone block, with a little harbor," he says.