Picture a life in the shadow of the rumbling Soufri`ere, from whose vicissitudes come ash and rock and a possible scorching death. Would you flee, as have most of your neighbors? Or linger like the last 3,000 souls, who say there’s no better place to be than on the island of Montserrat?
And for that matter, neither do the Bahamian picnickers, or the drug runners, or the gentle eccentrics who once made Gorda Cay their home. Of course, that was before Disney bought the place, and grandfather’s island magically became Castaway Cay.