Winter is coming to an end on Long Beach Island. With that comes the promise of serenity in the spring. You can hear it in the whisper of an ageless song on the wind as it gusts off the ocean, blowing across this narrow spit of land and on to Little Egg Harbor Bay.

The beach, once a silent witness to the patrol of a legend, both feared and revered, also echoes another tune. Seagulls rejoice.