Pedro Menéndez de Avilés a brutish Spanish sailor, soldier, explorer, and conquistador landed in Florida in February 1566 and left behind a Jesuit priest named Father Rogel who would try to spread the word of Christianity, record his observations and provide the future with vital insight into the soul of the Calusas and the character they brought to the island. In addition to one of the longest lasting maritime dynasties and the shell middens marking one of the first cottage industries on the American Continent, Father Rogel discovered the Calusas left something else behind for the future as well; one of their three souls. Certainly not in all the animals; in a deer maybe or a Florida Panther - still many years from getting its name - but most assuredly in the eye of the egret. It's what makes them so brazen; so curious; why they silently sneak up on a conversation, tilt their head and listen intently. They are interested in knowing what you've done with their island and maybe hoping to see someone lift a glass now and again, look them directly in the eye and say "Thank you." And if not that, maybe something weighty like, "Look what the hell you started."