The Ivory Ship Inn
More museum than pub, the Ivory Ship sits quietly among the fish stalls and gift shops that line the eastern end of the docks. It is here, well away from the merchant docks that the fishing crews are forced to unload, distant enough that the merchants don't have to smell the fish and more importantly the fishermen.
Out on its own, the fish docks have a distinct flavour and many a tourist takes a trip there to saunter among the narrow shop lined streets where they can buy anything as long as it's a shell. Whilst there many attempt to eat the local delicacy of fermented fish that the locals swear is really nice but in private think is horrible. Those that survive are best served by running to the nearest pub and rinsing their mouth with the cheapest spirit on offer.
The Ivory Ship is well known for its bones as its walls are covered with examples of scrimshaw, the art of carving miniature scenes into the skeletons of dead animals. While nearly all of the objects on display came from the sea or the sea adjacent coast at least one is in fact from a human, not that anyone can tell it apart from all the whale ribs, sea lion skulls, cod fingers, otter teeth, and mermaid's toes. To the average punter, a bone is a bone and any boneologists that might wander in are certainly on holiday and unlikely to kick up a fuss.
If you visit the Ship make sure to buy Old Jim a pint and listen to the rambling story that is sure to follow. It may not seem to go anywhere or mean anything to you at the time but Old Jim is something of a prophet and his stories are legendary. Pay heed to what he tells you and keep an eye on the sky if he mentions a seagull.
Guests can enjoy a scrumptious feast with soup for starter, served in a giant shell, followed by shrimp, or snail steak, they grow extra large in the bay, before retiring to the private salon for sherry and shortbread. Or they may drink in the main bar and listen to the drunken sailors sing their sea shanties and tell swashbuckling tales of sunken shipwrecks and sultry sunsets.
Once sated the guest may ascend to their serene suite of rooms where they will be serenaded by the sensuous sounds of the swelling sea as it ripples across shells. Secure on the second floor in silken beds stuffed with soft down the sleepers will sink into pillows scented with the sweet smells of summer.
All of this can be yours for a single shiny silver coin.
Out on its own, the fish docks have a distinct flavour and many a tourist takes a trip there to saunter among the narrow shop lined streets where they can buy anything as long as it's a shell. Whilst there many attempt to eat the local delicacy of fermented fish that the locals swear is really nice but in private think is horrible. Those that survive are best served by running to the nearest pub and rinsing their mouth with the cheapest spirit on offer.
The Ivory Ship is well known for its bones as its walls are covered with examples of scrimshaw, the art of carving miniature scenes into the skeletons of dead animals. While nearly all of the objects on display came from the sea or the sea adjacent coast at least one is in fact from a human, not that anyone can tell it apart from all the whale ribs, sea lion skulls, cod fingers, otter teeth, and mermaid's toes. To the average punter, a bone is a bone and any boneologists that might wander in are certainly on holiday and unlikely to kick up a fuss.
If you visit the Ship make sure to buy Old Jim a pint and listen to the rambling story that is sure to follow. It may not seem to go anywhere or mean anything to you at the time but Old Jim is something of a prophet and his stories are legendary. Pay heed to what he tells you and keep an eye on the sky if he mentions a seagull.
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When the two Steves, seasoned sailors that met upon the open seas while serving on the Silky Serenade, a sloop well known for slipping Captain Savage's blockade of seventy-seven, secured the Ivory Ship they did so with the intent of turning it into the perfect place for a an evening soiree or a longer stay.Guests can enjoy a scrumptious feast with soup for starter, served in a giant shell, followed by shrimp, or snail steak, they grow extra large in the bay, before retiring to the private salon for sherry and shortbread. Or they may drink in the main bar and listen to the drunken sailors sing their sea shanties and tell swashbuckling tales of sunken shipwrecks and sultry sunsets.
Once sated the guest may ascend to their serene suite of rooms where they will be serenaded by the sensuous sounds of the swelling sea as it ripples across shells. Secure on the second floor in silken beds stuffed with soft down the sleepers will sink into pillows scented with the sweet smells of summer.
All of this can be yours for a single shiny silver coin.
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Lovely article: One question though: How does a mermaid have toes?? ^^
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Thanks, Ninodolord:) They're more vestigial toes from when they were human. Mermaids hang around harbours watching the townsfolk from the water and waiting for a chance to nab one to eat but every now and then they fall in love and turn their victim into a mermaid with a kiss. Fishy vampires.