it is an island

Getting to and from Block Island can be daunting. We all have the story of the boat that didn't run, the plane that didn't fly, the car in the wrong place, the late train. Even when all goes well, it can be arduous.
Yesterday, for instance, Debby got on the subway around 8:30, took the train from Penn Station to New London, waited for the high-speed ferry for two-and-a-half hours and finally arrived here at 4:00.
However, she was down at the dock getting lobsters (and squinting, sorry) from the fisherman by 5:00.