Keppel Island, which serves as a handy launchpad to the southern reefs, is now linked to the mainland by a sleek plank, on which privileged drivers and perplexed cabbies coast toward a club of fine dining and fancy yachts. The restaurants overlook a small marina where some degree of fouling is tolerated, as least on the pontoons and seawalls which suffer the stain of corals, gorgonians and sea anemones, and thus lure a scoundrous horde of fish that run rings around the boats and refuse to pay for their board. Behind the establishment runs a jogging track, by which manicured shrubbery obscures the native vegetation of an islet that provided refuge to green pigeons and guarded the passage through the dragon's gate into the docks of what used to be called New Harbour.
The island's former name, which invited confusion with namesakes further to the southwest, is admirably haunting, however. One account of its origin tells of an encounter between a domiciled fisherman and a decapod he had snared, a brachyuran of colossal proportions with whom he struck up a dubious acquaintance. This friendship came with strange benefits, including nocturnal companionship and, presumably, intimate strokes by the creature's maxillipeds and shell-shocked aftermaths. The crustacean was strangely non-plussed by its bedmate's marital status, an oversight that led to its downfall in the hands of a jealous wife, who reduced her rival to dismembered portions and invited her kin to a seafood feast. Thanks to unsanitary food handling or/and the dying curse of a crabby end, the villagers couldn't quite swallow their meal and soon died in loco motion. Upon returning to find his lover half-digested and his relatives well-disposed of, the fisherman was said to have mourned his leggy catch more than his legal spouse, and in the ways of nameless myths, "news of the crab's death spread rapidly across the ocean bed and piscatorial demolition parties were organised" to assail the island and render it unfit for habitation. The moral of the lesson, it seems, is that a prized catch can lead to a ménage with possessive spirits and wild affairs with no exit clawses.