The legend begins:
It was a cold, clear autumn night with a crisp breeze that nipped at the neck of a sentry patrolling a half-mile perimeter not far from the Old Point Comfort Lighthouse.
The bright beam illuminated a path across the Chesapeake Bay as the lapping waves broke along the shoreline.
The moon cast a golden glow over Fort Monroe’s sleeping community of thousands as leaves and other debris swirled and tossed from the winds off the bay.
It was 1823. The soldier on guard duty noticed an old, weather-beaten box crashing against a large boulder near the shore. He retrieved it. It was then that the legend of Monroe the moat monster began.