A Lost Boy knows what it means to truly live

A Lost Boy follows his or her passion

Lost Boys do not fall into one religion, gender, race, orientation, or title

We roam until we find our path

To conform is not in our DNA

Our passions are our professions

The life of a Lost Boy is not bought, taught or learned

A Lost Boy lies waiting to be discovered in all of us

We are adventurers, dreamers, and friends

Boarders, boaters and builders

We’re one of a kind and kind to all

We are far from where we started but we are never alone

Our roots can be traced from the mainland to the small island of St. John, in the US Virgin Islands and beyond. After nearly a decade on St. John, Irma came to claim her bounty.

We had to make some difficult decisions but rolled with the punches and the wind blew us to Key West.

These days you can find us at the end of the road. We’ll be bumping quality tunes and handcrafting our custom surfboards, paddle boards, and whatever else we can dream up down at 417 Southard St. 

We’re here when we are, and adventuring when we’re not.