A few miles out in the Great Bay, a steel skeleton, swallowed by tall grasses and poison ivy, rises from an island. Though it is now little more than a reminder of a bygone era, the decaying structure was once a thriving fish factory,  bustling with laborers and machinery.

The only inhabitants of Crab Island that remain today are the wildlife. A bald eagle admires the view from its perch on the rusty water tower as boaters seek out their perfect fishing spot around the island’s perimeter.