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The Dawn Patrol | Prologue | Bradley Bradshaw

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Arriving a day late, with a broken taillight, in the middle of the night, Bradley shows up to his new posting in the Florida Keys and finds himself mixed up with something sinister.

Warnings: themes of kidnapping, murder and death as well as predatory male characters, age gap: reader is 24, Bradley is 32. All chapters detailing sensitive topics will have more detailed warnings. Kind of unhinged reader, she’s a little feral but we love her. Will be smutty from literally the get go but as always specific warnings will apply — minors dni.

May 2nd 1986

Lottie is last seen on the Sugarloaf Marina at twelve-oh-six. Just after midnight, already a while past her curfew. It’s well lit, visible from the Sugarloaf Channel Bridge which leads down through the keys.

She is wearing a yellow halter top, white shorts, denim jacket. Some reports say that she‘s barefoot on the marina, others say that she was wearing some white sneakers. Took them off, lost them, wasn’t wearing them in the first place; she was right by the beach, the detail doesn’t matter in the beginning. Those kind of crossed wires aren’t the kind that are easily tripped over. She was wearing the shoes, but that won’t ever matter.

That bridge is almost always busy, especially so at this time of year, tourists moving from one key to another or heading down from Miami or central Florida.

By this point in the journey, people tend to start checking their surroundings again. The Overseas Highway has been refurbished into a main coastal highway between the cities of Miami and Key West — its been like that since the fifties. Offering travellers a roadway through a tropical savanna environment and access to the largest area of coral reefs on the U.S. mainland.

If Bradley Bradshaw had looked to his left at exactly midnight on that night in May, as he crossed the mile marker on the Overseas Highway, he would have been the second to last person to have seen Lottie Rivera. Alive, standing at the payphone at the edge of the beach, tears streaming down her face and blood on her knees.

He hadn’t looked. It’s something heavy to consider, all of the things in your peripherals that you’ll never know where there. What would have happened if he had seen her. He isn’t sure that he would have stopped. He isn’t sure that she wouldn’t have gone missing if he did.

The radio is playing Tears for Fears’ hit from last summer, Bradley’s still wide awake; he has been driving for six hours straight and he doesn’t feel ready to stop. His destination is coming up. There’s something so melancholy in the synth pop, he hasn’t really ever listened to the words as much as he does that night.

Going fifty-five, the ocean passes him by on either side. Steady streams of traffic, tourists pouring into town for the summer. Nothing ever lasts forever. He almost scoffs, wanting to spit back at the radio, wondering if some sick DJ is out there sending him this message just to spite him. Instead, he tousles his hand through his curls, resting his head against his hand.

The reminder that he has crossed the threshold and now resides on the wrong side of thirty sits in his knees, more so in the dull ache that has come to rest in them at some point over the last six hours.

He’d trade in his soul before he’d ever consider trading in this truck, but he has to admit that the bronco has its downsides. ‘75 model, fresh blue paint job, wagon style with a removable hard top and a freshly detailed white leather interior. Bradley paid sticker price for it back in ‘81; it remains his pride and joy today.

The leather looks pretty but his ass has been numb since he passed Fort Pierce. On the highway like this, the gears are steady as they are, he can stretch out his left leg a little but the right has a job to do.

Even with all of these aches and pains, his gut would let him keep on driving until the front wheels hit the Gulf of Mexico. Running sway’s funny like that — it all feels so definite when you’re getting in the car. Knowing when to stop’s the harder part. This time around, he has a destination.

Seems a little too close for his liking. He hasn’t ever been here before, never this far south in the US. But Navy? — That’s someone fucking with him. His dog tags rest around his neck now, tangling with the chain that holds his badge.

Six years of service, nothing to show for it but the chain around his neck and a couple of bad dreams now and again. This work suits him better than the Navy ever did. He’s got Admiral Simpson to thank for where he is now. Yet, the thought of looking that man in the eye and shaking his hand makes Bradley’s stomach churn.

Rooster passes by the Sugarloaf Marina at twelve-oh-six. The moon’s sitting high in the sky, it’s full and it’s a dazzling white. Too bright to not notice that tonight’s a full moon. Rooster’s eyes are on it as he passes right by the marina. He never once notices Carlota Rivera in her abundantly clean, white reebok club c’s or her little yellow halter neck that her mom had told her that she would be too cold in.

No, the first time that Bradley will see her, she’ll be missing one of those sneakers and her left ankle will be bloated and twisted abnormally. Her tanned, Italian skin will be a sullen grey and her naturally slim body will be bloated from the days in the water.

But for tonight, she’s alive, at twelve-oh-six, standing beside a payphone with a smile on her face.

His posting isn’t anything to do with Lottie. It’s a simple strangulation in a Navy barracks. Someone taking hazing a little too far. It’s shut and closed but it gets Bradley out of the city, and that’s all that had mattered. It’s none of his business tomorrow morning, when her Mom calls the Monroe County police department, bawling her way through a missing person’s report. It’s none of his business until six days later.

For tonight, his only business is getting to his new apartment and the remaining thirty minutes that'll take. He rubs his calloused hands over his eye, feeling it pulse in complaint under his fingertips. Sitting up straighter, he exhales slowly and blinks until he feels a little more awake.

Grabbing his suitcase and duffel from the back of his truck, and the keys that he had mailed to him two days ago, he sees his apartment for the first time as he’s setting foot inside of it. He knows that his landlord thinks he’s insane, putting a deposit down and four months upfront for a place that he had apparently no interest in seeing. That doesn’t matter. It’s better than he was expecting.

Two bedrooms and open-plan living space, pre-furnished, first floor with a balcony that faces the Garrison Bight Marina. He pulls open the sliding door and steps out onto the beige tile, leaning his palms on the wooden slatted railing that brackets the front of his balcony.

A perfect view of all of the yachts he’ll never be able to afford. Sea air, salty and thick. He heard that there was a small storm here the last night that carried through into this morning. Even if he hadn’t heard that, he would know. He can feel it surrounding him, like it’s holding him in place. Maybe fate.

A police siren whoops once and he looks up to the end of the road. He can just about see the police cruiser marked Key West Police, its lights are on but it isn’t after anybody. Not at first glance anyway. The aging, sunburnt driver leans out of the window and holds the radio to his mouth, “Make the right decision, Finch.”

And then the perpetrator comes into view. Police description would mark her as early-twenties, curly perm in a large denim jacket and a denim skirt with the same kind of faded wash to it, advancing on foot — well, heel, westward towards… Rooster glances to his left, having to squint to read the road sign under the dim-neon of the street light. Not alone, there’s another girl with her. Female. Early-twenties too. Laughing her ass off.

“Come catch us, Marshall!” She calls back towards the cop in the car. He looks exhasperated and already out of breath, but not surprised. This isn’t the first time he has chased the two of you. You’re intoxictated. Rooster can tell from the perpetual squinting grin on your face, the bubbly laughter — and most prevalently, the brown paper bag and glass wine bottle peaking out of it in your hand. He doesn’t have to be a detective to figure that one out.

Briefly, you glance upwards. You follow the feeling of eyes on you and land on him, the handsome brunette on the first floor balcony. Tired looking but pretty, bathed in a pink flush and wearing a barely buttoned cream over shirt. Your grin widens as you give a nod of acknowledgement to your solitary audience member.

“Yeah, if you can run that fast!” You call back to the cop in the car. Hayward Marshall, the shiniest turd of the Key West police department. Not a bad guy, but a narc nonetheless. “Fuckin’ pig!”

At that, the cop at the end of the road growls loudly in annoyance and finally pops open the driver’s side door. Rooster’s lips quirk softly as he watches the two of you turn and run. The cop waits for a beat, then quickly catches on. There’s no point in chasing you.

Rooster hears the door to the police cruiser slam as he steps back into his apartment. Without turning the lights on, he closes the patio door and drops down onto the couch. Exhausted to the point that even closing his eyes hurts, sleep comes for him much more quickly than the usual tossing and turning, ebb and flow of consciousness. Carlota Rivera takes her last breath at 1:49am. Rooster’s laying on his back on an uncomfortable could that might’ve been new in ‘73, just about asleep. The blinding sun streaming through the window wakes him again at dawn.

His first shift with the Monroe County PD is tomorrow morning, an 8am start. Lottie’s whereabouts remain unknown from that morning. She was already dead, but she wasn’t in the water yet.

Rooster has today for himself. First, is a shower. He doesn’t bother to shave, that can wait until tomorrow. Second, he unpacks the essentials. Not that he packed much more than that.

Finally, he walks outside into the morning sun with a pair of gold ray-ban caravans and a faded baseball cap. It’s already warming up, in the high seventies before Rooster’s watch even ticks past seven. He walks over to the railing and looks out over the docks. It hosts a fleet of about eighty yachts, big ones that could easily make the trip across the ocean to Europe. He’s surprised to see as many of them as there are.

Taking off his sunglasses, he’s even more surprised to see the feral minx that was outside of his window last night, howling laughter like a damn coyote, now standing on the deck of a thirty-five thousand dollar boat. You’re showered and dressed, and flushed with a remarkably healthy glow considering how drunk you were a couple of hours ago.

Hair tied back into a loose ponytail, curls decorating the sides of your face, wearing a white tank top and classic blue denim cut offs. Resting his elbows against the railing, he thinks back to your treatment of the police officer from last night and finds himself glad to have left his badge in his bedroom. He’s technically still a cop, even if he tries to distance himself from all of that.

If he wasn’t alone and unobserved, he would pretend that he knows what you’re doing. Fiddling with different canisters and wires. All that crap has never made too much sense to him. He likes fancy cars and cool boats, he just doesn’t really get them. Now, planes? — They were much easier to understand than cars ever were.

Salty, warm morning air and half a packet of mints in, your sinuses are more than clear and your eyes have only just stopped streaming from under your sunglasses. As much as you know you shouldn’t have been out last night, drinking as much as you were, it helps to know that you’re got access to the best freshly squeezed orange juice known to man on this boat.

Usually, you’re pretty aware of your surroundings. A young lady has to be in this day and age — that’s what your grandmother would say, right before you’d teasingly remind her that there’s little that’s ladylike about you. But, you don’t notice the handsome brunette that’s watching you until you turn with a heavy canister in your hand, grunting softly.

It’s clear that he’s been there for a while, he’s settled in against that old railing like a statue, just studying you. It’s almost refreshing that it’s not some sun-spotted, viagra fuelled retiree standing there and slobbering all over the path as he watches you work. But, it’s still a random guy that makes no effort to look away, even as you narrow your eyes at him through your sunglasses.

“You got a staring problem, or something?”

Rooster’s lips quirk upwards as you confirm every suspicion in his mind that you’re the girl from last night. He gives you a slow shake of his head and nothing else. He’s handsome. Tanned with pink cheeks, sunglasses that fit his face well and a shirt that’s pleasantly tight around his biceps. You’re seeing him for the first time now, last night is too much of a drunken haze for you to remember the brief encounter that you had.

If he came up to you in a bar, you’d let him buy you a drink and maybe fuck you in the backseat of his car. Truck, he probably drives a truck. He’s probably Navy. It’s growing increasingly easy to identify the men that turn up around here for a summer or two.

“Y’know, to most people, that means stop staring.” You tell him, setting the empty gas canister down onto the dock for you to carry back later. His lips quirk up further. Almost really smiling at you now.

“‘M looking at the boat.” Rooster shrugs calmly, still smiling softly. You push your sunglasses up onto the top of your head, swiping several tight curls with them. He’s not looking at the damn boat. You’re pretty when you’re glaring at him like that. All riled up like a pissed off kitten.

“You wanna see it up close? — Can wipe the deck with your face if you’re feeling brave.” You bite back at him. This time he grins at you, truly amused and still leaning on that rickety old railing. That’s the thing about working at Garrison Bight — you spend just as much time fending off slimy old men as you do actually working.

This guy doesn’t look that old. Or that slimy. He’s older than you, certainly. You can see that from the nice watch he’s wearing, the sunglasses, the dated baseball cap. Definitely Navy. Poor fella picked the wrong place to approach you, anywhere other than work and you’d happily play along.

He gives you a small shake of his head, settling back into that comfortable, amused smirk. “Not that brave,” He teases, turning his head finally to actually take a look over the yacht. Three floors, not including below deck. Huge. Beyond impressive. “I’ll keep on looking from right here, if that’s alright with you. Got a pretty nice vantage point from over here.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, lifting your palm to shield your eyes from the glaring morning sun. “Have you got a wife or something that I need to know about?”

“Not that you need to know about,” He shrugs, “She keeps herself occupied most days.”

Finally, he gets you to break. You smile across the gap between the yacht and the railing, amused by his joke. You set your sunglasses back on the bridge of your nose and tilt your head at him, giving him a quick look up and down.

“You ever had your dick sucked on a yacht?”

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Thanks to Matt Royer of the Florida Keys SPCA for making the call about a Barn Owl down weak and dehydrated this morning on Sugarloaf Key. Matt made the rescue and we met him to transfer the Owl into care and begin treatment in our clinic. Fluids have been administered to begin rehabilitation.

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For more than 40 years, mooring buoys have been saving the coral reefs of the Florida Keys. Now, they have saved a human life.

After freediver Dylan Gartenmayer was stranded in waters off Key West on January 26, 2023, the swift current carried him into NOAA Florida Keys National Marine Sanctuary’s Western Sambo Ecological Reserve, which features several mooring buoys used by recreational boaters to tie up instead of dropping anchors on coral. With his knife, Gartenmayer cut loose three of Western Sambo’s 18-inch buoys and fashioned a makeshift raft that kept him afloat until his family found him in near darkness. Understandably, the buoys were cast away during the rescue. One week later, Sugarloaf boater Ronnie Rupp found the buoys washed up on shore and reached out to the sanctuary.

The buoy team is scheduled to replace the moorings in the coming days, but on February 7, 2023, one buoy — W1 — was presented to Gartenmayer as a memento.

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“Barbara Deming (1917-1984), my friend and teacher, activist and author, was born on July 23rd. I made this photograph of Barbara at her home on Sugarloaf Key, FL in 1982. Throughout her life, Barbara worked in the civil rights, peace and women's movements as an out lesbian. Barbara believed we could change the world through the power of nonviolence and love. She was a listener and she was stubborn. You can learn more about Barbara from her books. ‘Prisons That Could Not Hold’ has two parts. The first is an account of her time in jail in Albany, GA for demanding that a walk for peace include Black and white protestors together. The second part, from 20 years later, is about being jailed with other women from the Seneca Peace Camp demonstrating against first-strike nuclear missiles. The book includes an introduction by Grace Paley and a photo essay by me.”

-Joan Biren (J.E.B.) 

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Great video of the 2nd Annual Florida Gulf Coast University (FGCU - a.k.a. Dunk City) Fishing Club trip to Sugarloaf Key...looks like EPIC fun chasing bugs, sharks and Barracuda!

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Sugarloaf Bat Tower, Sugarloaf Key. Gary McAdams, Key West Realtor, eXp Realty, (305) 731-0501. #keywest #keywestrealestate #keywestrealtor #garymcadams #garymcadamsrealtor #FloridaKeysRealEstate #MLS #garymcadamskeywest #realestate #floridakeys #KeyWestHomesForSale...

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Please follow the link and check out the great products created from this nautical chart at Fine Art America. If this isn’t the nautical chart you’re looking for, I have additional nautical charts covering the Florida East Coast.

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Baby’s Coffee, on the main Florida Keys road - the A1A, between Lower Sugarloaf Key and Big Coppitt Key. Damn Fine Coffee.

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Acting With Unconditional Love Walk and Talk - July 16th, 2023 - 1:00 - 3:00 pm - Sugarloaf Cove Nature Center Trail - 9096 W Highway 61, Schroeder, MN - meet at the start of the trail

This is the 17th of 52 workshops being presented on the 2023 tour. Each stop on the tour will be creating a grid over the United States that will benefit our world and activate an Echoing Divine Heart energy pattern; allowing it to ripple out throughout the world and into other existences. These are going to be an exciting set of events based on the 52 key patterns of The Code Journey work. Participants will be getting their own learning experience while also contributing positive energy to the collective. The one that I will be presenting here will be focused on realizing the power of Spirit in our lives and how it will help us to overcome any of the difficulties that we face. We will look at connecting with our own Immortal Self and how it can help us to hold unconditional love in our life for ourselves and others; even those that we do not like. We will be working on opening up greater peace and love in all forms; which connects us with the Law of Unconditional Love which brings us into pure acceptance and harmonizing.

This will be a walk and talk event. It is best to leave 2-3 hours (1 1/2 - 2 hours for 1 mile trails and 2-3 for 2 mile trails - note I am a slow walker) for these events since we will be walking on easy trails for a 1-2 mile distance. We may stop along the way for conversations, or chat at a key point along the path. These are casual events, and we will talk about how things that are in the location and along the path connect with the topic. Each one is unique since each place and trail is unique. Participants do these activities at their own risk. You will want to bring water with you, and perhaps a snack if needed. It is important to have good walking/hiking shoes and comfortable clothing. There may or may not be outhouses or restrooms at the meeting point or parking area; and there will not be any along the trail. Suggested Donation $15

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<CENTER> <H1><FONT COLOR=#613300>I Didn&#8217;t See<BR><I>THAT</I><BR>Coming!<BR><FONT SIZE=3><I>(But God Did)</I></FONT></FONT> </H1><B> &#8220;I look to you for protection and<BR> Hide beneath the shadow of your wings<BR> Until the danger passes by.&#8221; </B><BR><B><FONT COLOR=#647A28>Psalm 57:1</FONT> </B><BR></CENTER> <FONT FACE=arial SIZE=-1><P><IMG SRC=https://www.NotesOnLife.org/images/YDN-Images/RioCrosswalk.jpg WIDTH=275 ALT=RioCrosswalk HSPACE=8 VSPACE=8 ALIGN=right>Walking down and around Rio de Janeiro as a young man in the Navy was exciting&#33;The beaches, city and weather were absolutely beautiful and it was easy to get distractedat so much to see. Glancing across a wide boulevard I saw the famous &#8220;Sugarloaf&#8221;mountain jutting up from the yacht harbor ahead and excitedly when the light turned green,I hurriedly stepped off the curb to cross the street to get a closer look. <P>No sooner than I did, the strong hand of my weightlifting Navy buddy snatched me by the collarand violently yanked me back off my feet as a little Fiat going about 60 miles an hour ran thelight and clipped the curb - my flailing shoe lightly brushing aside view mirror as the car raced by. <P>My friend &#39;Rack&#39; scolded me saying, &#8220;They don&#8217;t obey traffic lights down here son&#33;When no one&#8217;s coming they GO&#33;&#8221; I certainly would have been killed if my shipmate had notliterally had my back. <P>I didn&#8217;t see the danger coming, and likewise in our lives God often delivers us fromdangers we never saw coming. As today&#8217;s verse tells us, he nestles us under the shadowof His wings until the danger passes by. <P>The key here friend is to have <I>HIM</I> &#39;Have Your Back&#39; and the only way is if you stay close to God,because when you are close to Him in THIS life, then He will be close to you in the next life. <B><I><FONT COLOR=#613300><P>God Bless Your Day<BR>Jesus Loves You<BR></FONT></I></B> <P ALIGN=center><B>Read ALL 700+ previous &#8220;Your Daily Notes&#8221; <A HREF=https://www.notesonlife.org/archive>HERE</A></B> </P><IMG SRC=https://www.NotesOnLife.org/images/WE-CirclePic+Signature.png ALT=Pastor_Wayne_Picture>

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Making Dental Visits Fun: Creating a Positive Dental Experience

Visiting the dentist is an essential part of maintaining good oral health. However, for many people, dental visits can be associated with anxiety and fear. At Sugarloaf Family Dental, we believe that dental visits should be a positive and enjoyable experience for patients of all ages. In this blog post, we will explore effective strategies to make dental visits fun and create a positive dental experience.

The Importance of a Positive Dental Experience

A positive dental experience has numerous benefits for both children and adults. It helps reduce anxiety and fear associated with dental visits, promotes a sense of trust and comfort, and encourages individuals to prioritize their oral health. By creating a welcoming and enjoyable environment, dental practices can foster long-term relationships with their patients and promote lifelong dental habits.

Tips for Creating a Fun Dental Experience

1. Choose a Family-Friendly Dental Practice

When selecting a dental practice, consider their focus on family dentistry and creating a positive experience for patients of all ages. Sugarloaf Family Dental, for example, specializes in providing comprehensive dental care in a warm and friendly atmosphere. Look for a practice that understands the unique needs of children and has a reputation for making dental visits enjoyable.

2. Start Early and Make It Routine

Introducing children to dental visits at an early age helps normalize the experience and establishes a foundation of good oral health. Schedule your child's first dental appointment by their first birthday or when their first tooth erupts. Regular dental visits from an early age create a routine and familiarize children with the dental environment, making subsequent visits more comfortable and enjoyable.

3. Create a Welcoming Environment

A welcoming and child-friendly environment is essential for making dental visits fun. Dental practices can incorporate colorful and engaging waiting areas with toys, books, and games to keep children entertained. Friendly and approachable staff members who interact with children help create a positive first impression and reduce anxiety.

4. Use Child-Friendly Language

Dentists and dental staff should communicate with children using age-appropriate language that is easy to understand. Avoid using complex dental terms that may confuse or intimidate children. Explain procedures, instruments, and oral hygiene practices in a friendly and relatable manner, ensuring that children feel comfortable and involved in their dental care.

5. Make It Interactive

Interactive elements can transform a dental visit into a fun and engaging experience. Some dental practices offer virtual reality headsets or multimedia entertainment to distract and entertain patients during procedures. Others use dental education apps or videos to educate children about oral hygiene in an interactive way. These innovative approaches make dental visits memorable and enjoyable.

6. Positive Reinforcement and Rewards

Positive reinforcement plays a crucial role in creating a fun dental experience. Dentists and dental hygienists can praise children for their bravery, cooperation, or good oral hygiene habits. Small rewards such as stickers, toys, or certificates can motivate children and make them look forward to their next dental visit. Creating a reward system helps establish a positive association with dental care.

7. Educate and Involve Patients

Education is key to reducing anxiety and fear associated with dental visits. Dentists can take the time to explain procedures, instruments, and the importance of oral hygiene to patients of all ages. By involving patients in their dental care decisions and answering their questions, dentists empower them to actively participate in their oral health journey.

Conclusion

Creating a positive dental experience is crucial for promoting good oral health and reducing anxiety associated with dental visits. By following these tips and seeking the assistance of a family-friendly dental practice like Sugarloaf Family Dental, you can ensure that dental visits are fun, engaging, and stress-free for the whole family. Remember to choose a dental practice that prioritizes a welcoming environment, start dental visits early, use child-friendly language, incorporate interactive elements, provide positive reinforcement and rewards, and educate and involve patients in their dental care.

For a positive dental experience for your family, schedule an appointment with Sugarloaf Family Dental today.

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Program Director Samantha releases a Magnificent Frigatebird this morning at Higgs Beach. The Frigatebird was rescued down in offshore waters near Sugarloaf Key and transferred to our organization by U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service Officer Jared Brierly for treatment.

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Escape to Paradise: Stunning Sugarloaf Key Home with Private Dock and Open Water Views

Cudjoe Key Vacation Rentals By Owner

Escape to paradise with this stunning Sugarloaf Key home, located just 20 minutes north of Key West. This beautiful, nicely-maintained home is nestled in a beautifully manicured neighborhood, not far from the Sugarloaf Lodge and Marina, offering you nearby access to boating, fishing, kayaking, and a few local restaurants.

The home features an open floor plan with plenty of seating both inside and outside, making it the perfect home for entertaining or inviting the whole family. The large kitchen boasts plenty of counter space, while the formal dining area and outdoor dining area provide ample room for friends and family to spread out and enjoy fun in the sun.

Just outside the two living room glass doors, you'll find a screened-in porch that's perfectly positioned to capture the south east trade-winds. This airy and spacious porch is perfect for a quiet evening at home or an evening with friends, enjoying the beautiful Sugarloaf Key surroundings.

Outside, on the sprawling property, you'll enjoy beautiful open water views, local vegetation, and world-class sunsets while fishing for your local variety from your own private dock. The dock features a full-size gas grill and fish cleaning station with both power and water, making it the perfect spot for hosting barbecues or enjoying a peaceful day of fishing.

Just a short distance from Key West, South Point Shores offers world-class diving, snorkeling, and boating, historic tours, fabulous shopping, and dining options, all just minutes away. Come and live it up at this beautiful Sugarloaf Key home and experience the best of the Florida Keys!