Colt kept his head down for the entirety of his national television debut. He wanted nothing to do with the spotlight. Colt was a professional who knew the smart play. No clear shots for the front page. No more cockiness from here on out.
It was the perp walk seen around the world. Parading the shackled Barefoot Bandit was a crowning moment for the Royal Bahamas Police Force. They put him in a bullet- proof vest and marched him through the cheering, jeering crowds from the station to the truck, from truck to plane, across the hot tarmac to the boat... you’d think at some point they could have found him a pair of shoes, but of course that would have ruined the visual effect.
No one knew just what was in store for Colton. How would they calculate his catalog of crimes? After more than 26 months on the run he was suspected in nearly a hundred crimes; at least five of which carried 10-year sentences. Colt had made an ass out of US law enforcement, FBI, Homeland Security, the Mounties, the Bahamians... and he was going to get it from all directions. Countries, counties, and states squared off to fight for their place in line.
For those who saw Colton Harris-Moore as more than a menace or media story, the first fear was the Bahamas’ infamously terrifying prison system. To a capacity courtroom crowd Colt denied the stolen plane accusation and maintained that he had swam to the Bahamas. Indeed, Colt had always been a strong swimmer. Amidst the media circus, the Bahamians seemed fearful that trying and detaining the young American celebrity for the ten or twenty crimes he had surely committed in their country, including a very serious weapons charge, could overshadow their story of genuine heroism.