siren's call drew unwary travelers to their doom in classical mythology.
Indeed, the first thing one notices when approaching the island from the north (I first saw this island after visiting Crow's Nest) is the wreck of a large turbo prop bi-plane.
...and rest peacefully in the large bed in The Wallaby's spacious cabin.
While by the side of the sailboat some ducks cruise like tiny little steamboats.
When not sleeping, I sometimes anchor on the south side, near the downed plane.
It's quite relaxing to settle oneself on the dilapidated chair and watch the sailboats and planes go by, and muse on the precariousness of man's existence as exemplified by the wrecked plane, in an uncaring and cold world.