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king eric went with stern, bridgette was waiting for them to return.
uknown whether king eric accompanied stern back to the hotel or where bridgette went from hotel? nite on boat????
unnamed male crewmember was reported to be a Gibson, King eric’s son (not shane)
(i believe that shane was helping momma Gibson clean out the Horizons of several suv loads of ‘baby items’ prior to the Thompsons arriving which was prior to Attue arriving)
(wayne monroe stated king eric and stern sailed back “alone” ??)

In the midst of refreshing CNN.com, hoping to find out the cause of Anna Nicole Smith's tragic death, we decided to dig deep into the PAPER archives to see how we covered the blonde, busty model/ actress/ Playmate/ tabloid-darling. Back in 1996, PAPER's Cinemaniac Dennis Dermody wrote a story about Smith's on-screen forays. They weren't always pretty, but one involved Smith moaning in the bathtub and playing with a bar of soap. God forgive me, but I love monsters. At the movies and in real life, I've spent most of my life working for them, living with them, befriending them and gazing up in admiration as they're destroyed on the silver screen. Anna Nicole Smith, the bodacious, bovine former Playboy centerfold and Guess Jeans model whose life is like a tabloid hayride, is just the kind of monster that fascinates me. Her series of action films, directed by her Svengali, Raymond Martino, are so spectacularly bad that I have become obsessed with them. Not since Chesty Morgan exploded onscreen in Deadly Weapons has there been a star so scarily endowed and so astonishingly untalented. Anna Nicole Smith -- born Vickie Lynn Hogan on November 28, 1967, in Houston, Texas -- came from humble beginnings: her mother was a Texas deputy sheriff, and in high school the young Miss Anna wasn't very exceptional. "A nerd" is how her cousin remembers her, according to Eric and D'eva Redding's mean -- spirited account of her life, Great Big Beautiful Doll (Barricade Books). But in no time she got married, had a son, got a divorce and began stripping in a topless club in Houston while putting out in the parking lot for extra money to pay for breast implants. Several operations later, she reached the 42DD cup size she has today. She soon caught the eye of the Reddings, who submitted nude snapshots of her to Playboy. When the magazine accepted her for a photo spread, Anna Nicole was informed that she would be flown to Los Angeles and put up at the Playboy Mansion. She was thrilled, until she got off the phone with the photo coordinator and complained to the Reddings: "You lied to me.... They said they're flying me to California!" unshakably convinced that Los Angeles was located in New York. After her successful Playboy cover and a stint as the Guess Jeans spokesperson (for which her name was changed to Anna Nicole Smith), her public and private life became fodder for tabloid -- TV heaven: her marriage to octogenarian Texas billionaire J. Howard Marshall II, his subsequent death and her headline -- making legal battle with Marshall's sons over his estate; her frequent trips to the hospital in a comatose state brought on by drug and drinking binges; other litigious outings with former bodyguards and housekeepers, who accused her of sexually harassing them; her ballooning weight problem, which forced her to model for Lane Bryant's full -- figured line of jeans; an embarrassing drunken appearance at the Academy Awards and a slot on Howard Stern's show in which he actually took pity on the slurring, slit -- eyed Smith; a quick stopover at the Betty Ford Clinic, from which she escaped when photographers started scaling the walls; and hospital visits for her leaking breast implants, which were announced on the front page of the Globe: "Anna Nicole Smith's Boobs Explode!" Even with all this, she took time from her busy schedule as a public spectacle to turn out movies with Martino, who, according to the Reddings, is a religious nut who's been desperately trying to exorcise the demons from Anna Nicole's troubled soul while filming her nude in cheesy, direct -- to -- video action films. To the Limit (PM Entertainment Group) stars a white -- haired Joey Travolta as Frank Da Vinci, whose wedding ends in a hail of bullets, leaving his new bride dead and him clinging to life in the hospital. Across town, his associate, China (Michael Nouri), is impatiently waiting for his girlfriend, Colette (Smith), who is writhing around in a bathtub, playing with a bar of soap and moaning in ecstasy. After China is blown up in his car, Colette goes undercover in a black wig that makes her look like Louise Brooks after eating too many pies. Mob boss Philly Bambino (!) moves Frank to Las Vegas after he is almost assassinated in the hospital by an evil nurse wielding a hypodermic full of what appears to be Palmolive. Colette contacts Frank and tells him that she is a CIA operative and that her boss, a crazed ex�Vietnam vet named Arthur Jameson (Jack Bannon), is the guy trying to kill him because of a computer disc that implicates him as an illegal trader during the war. Jameson is a real sicko -- bald and tattooed, he likes girls to drip hot wax over him and whip him mercilessly while a fake Doors riff beats in the background. Is Colette telling the truth? Is she a "good witch" or a "bad witch"? Who cares. She takes a shower and shoots several men while wearing only a sweater, and the action moves to Hoover Dam for the fiery finale. "My name isn't Colette," she admits at the end. "It's Vickie Lynn" (her own real name). Anna Nicole doesn't just phone in a performance, she faxes it. With her lipsticked mouth curved downward in a perpetual pout, she is fine with simple declarative sentences, but when she has to show emotion, particularly anger, that flat, nasal Texas twang does her in. And it doesn't look like there's a Quentin Tarantino in Joey Travolta's future, either. Skyscraper (PM Entertainment Group) is a Die Hard rip -- off, with Anna Nicole playing a fiesty helicopter pilot named Carrie Wink (with amazingly long, lacquered red nails) who is forced to fight Eurotrash terrorists (who all look like they could be on the cover of a romance novel) in an L.A. high rise. The lead bad guy is a French Arab who peppers his speech with Shakespeare quotes. Anna Nicole is particularly zombified in this one -- she delivers each line in a Prozac haze, lumbering around the building in a jumpsuit unzipped to show her bottomless cleavage. Her cop boyfriend (Richard Steinmetz) races to her rescue with his jeans inexplicably ripped wide open at the crotch. At the end, when he and a bloodied Anna Nicole stumble out of the building, his pants are magically sewn shut. Our Anna Nicole does have an obligatory shower scene and, in the middle of the action, she stops to dreamily recall having sex at a picnic. Skyscraper is my personal favorite of her "action" films: It's really stupid, and she's particularly trashy and preposterous in it. Every line of dialogue she delivers is flat and emotionlessness; her every gaze into the camera is one of utter bewilderment. God only knows what new, horrible scandal awaits the voluptuous and hapless blonde, but I just pray her new partnership with Martino continues. When Anna Nicole filled out her Playboy data sheet, she said one of her favorite things to do was "watch scary movies!" (She also put an "e" in "scary" and crossed it out.) Isn't it ironic that now she's making them? http://www.papermag.com/?section=article&parid=1764&page=1

Why didn’t any of the people at the marina report that HKS had somebody else (or “somebodies else”) with him? Absolutely no one said KEG and/or crew member was with him.

I hadn’t heard it was a Gibson with KEG - must have been Sheldon or Delworth, then? Those are the two sailing son’s names I know which are Gibson. (And those spellings may be incorrect.)

If HKS sailed back with KEG, that must have been on Friday, when BonBon claims he was in a fetal position in another hotel for 48 hours. And that was before ET faked the plane flight back to The Bahamas! Aaaccck, so many lies!