Well I couldn't resist, so I headed out for what turned into the best week of exploration that I have had in a while. The ghost hunters turned out to be some really nice folks and boy was I surprised at the things I saw on the beach that night.
It was around midnight when we headed out for the beach from our hotel, and this was because of the bad weather. There were three phsycics and about a dozen people that showed up. They had some pretty expensive and impressive equipment with them and I was impressed at the results of our evening. As we walked down the beach, heading away from the navy seal museum, the phsycics brought us to a point that they said had lots of spirit activity. They set up a beach blanket and started doing their thing. The leader, a nice guy named mike, started to try and communicate, in a loud and authoritative yet respectful and kind tone of voice he began to attempt to speak to the spirits. They had three mag lights with them and they threw them on the blanket, one guy was filming and the rest of us gathered around the blanket. He began by stating that we were there to communicate with them and that the items on the blanket were there for them to use to make contact with us, he asked the spirits to go onto the blanket and put their energy on the lights and it would make them light up. well wouldn't ya know those friggin lights were flashing like the neon lites on broadway in no time at all. After getting some control over the light flashing Mike began to have a question and answer hour with the ghosts. He would start by saying "if you are a man make the light flash once, if you are a female make the light flash twice", dang if that light didn't flash once and then went dead, no pun intended, till the next question. I brought a friend with me and she brought her metal detector with her waiting for the right moment to put it to use. At one point the phsycics started to get a little unraveled, and mike asked them what was wrong, they all replied that they could not look out at the ocean because they could see hundreds of souls walking out of the water onto the beach. Mike went on to grill...I mean question the spirits about their unfortunate demise, they were for the most part victims of the 1715 fleet. At one point the phsycics said there was this one spirit calling them out into the water, well my friend...who had been drinking since she got to the hotel...saw an opportunity and jumped up with her detector and yelled out "point me in the right direction"...as she ran out into the surf...bless her heart...even though she did not find anything as we were walking out onto the beach we came across a pair of denim shorts with a gold watch and keys in the pocket, which had a local Florida University tag on them...I was told that they would try and locate the person who lost their pants by putting up a post on Craig's list lost and found...maybe its just me and my experience on the underwater search and rescue team that I have been on since 1994, but I would have turned in those items to the local police and showed them where they were found...but it wasn't my rodeo so I wasn't about to tell them how to ride it out...if ya know what i mean.
The high light of the night for me was the end when mike asked if there was anything that anyone wanted to ask, and my friend said ..."yeah, Bob give me a cigarette and where the hell is all the treasure!"
Maybe ghosts are multi-lingual? 
