Fred did not die on his island, another heart attack did not happen. He had plenty of money and maybe, even some life time left. Fred made up his mind; he would go up and down the waterway searching for his lost boat, the “MOLLY BROWN”. She had to be hidden very well, no one has seen her.
With his old skiff he uses the current to drift south to a town. He rides a bus to Charleston, has a shootout with a black dope peddler that leaves him with drugs and a lot of cash.
He buys a boat that he can maneuver by himself, yet big enough to live comfortable aboard. With a new young “boat bum” and her little boy, he is again having boating enjoyment. Terry tells him of a catamaran sail boat that is peddling drugs, and is about to come into port to unload.
Fred boards the drug boat, to get rid of the drugs he had on his boat. The deal misfires and Fred ends up with more drugs and cash aboard his boat.
He finds that he has incurred the wrath of a crooked Custom Officer and his partner. They had planned a drug bust of their own. Fred and his new boat the “MOLLY TWO” escapes to go north to find his old hidden dope burial ground, to hide this dope. He had plans to clear his boat of any incriminating evidence.
Fred is almost buried alive in the new sand silt that has been pumped to over fill his islands hiding place. His stubborn insistence not to quit, sustained him. He lived to find his stash and offloads the dope. With only the money aboard, he resumes his searching for the “MOLLY BROWN”.
Stopped by the crooked Custom Officers he is physically abused in their anger. To save his own life he has another shoot out, and is victorious.
This is the story of Fred’s new adventures.