Once you decide Charleston's really an island, not a peninsula, and isolated from dry land and innocent women by 20 hell-swamp
miles you may understand how an innocent dead body can float up the Cooper River. A visiting Yankee explains by tides, but a Low Country native says different.
Brassy slaves, bent & busted gamblers and pregnant hoes floated down river; plantation field-bosses made sure of that. In Charleston, coppers didn't touch 'em.