In the cursed summer of 1973, the Isla Del Sol launched from port—a decadent cruise liner promising sun-drenched days, rum-drenched nights, and a taste of paradise. At the helm were Hannah and Michael, a magnetic duo who turned every voyage into a tropical fever dream. But somewhere between moonlight and madness, their dream vacation took a horrifying turn.

In the tangled shadows the ship vanished. The storm’s rage tore the vessel apart, and when the skies cleared, the Isla Del Sol had crashed upon an uncharted island, drenched in a suffocating fog and crawling with ancient spirits and cursed horrors. The island itself seemed alive—hungry and twisted, pulling the crew and passengers into its dark embrace.

Now, the Isla Del Sol sails once more—warped by time, pieced together with coral bones and cursed wood, and captained by the undead echoes of Hannah and Michael. Bound to an eternal voyage, they haunt the shores from port to port, luring the living aboard with hypnotic music, exotic cocktails, and promises of island escape. But no one disembarks unchanged.

This is Dead Isla—a Detroit-born nightmare wrapped in tiki trimmings. Created in the ashes of Lost River, the beloved tiki bar Hannah and Michael once called home, Dead Isla has transformed into a horrifying tropical pop-up experience that now plagues the Midwest and beyond. From residencies at Mutiny Bar in Detroit to haunted takeovers at Chopper in Nashville, from Makahiki at The Inferno Room to The Hukilau in Florida—Dead Isla drifts ever onward, dragging its ghostly party with it.

Each event is a ritual. A séance disguised as celebration. With inventive “classic-meets-modern” cocktail menu, custom playlists & immersive visuals that blur the line between island magic and supernatural menace, Dead Isla invites the brave to dress the part, raise a glass, and lose themselves in a festive nightmare where the cocktail is strong, and the spirits are stronger.

Welcome aboard.
Vacation never ends…
Even after death.