Black Gull

The Docks are full of taverns and pubs, but given the rough clientele, most honest folk look a bit further into the city for a drink and a meal. The Docks are no place for the mild, and nowhere is this truer than the Black Gull. Squeezed between two warehouses in the eastern part of the Docks near the border to Scurvytown, the Black Gull is a dangerous place that caters to the nastier sorts that visit the city.
The Black Gull is a narrow building with only two walls of its own; the sides are formed by the brick warehouses that rise to either side. Dill Mackey built the back and the front when he claimed the place, and they’ve been replaced several times since then after summer storms blew through. The interior is dirty and the floor covered in suspicious stains. A bar runs along one side with wooden stools in front for patrons, and some benches and tables line the opposite side. A few other tables fill up the empty spaces, placed just far enough apart to squeeze between them. The décor is decidedly spartan; a mariner’s wheel hangs from the ceiling along with a few nets and other junk.
Fights happen like clockwork in the Black Gull. Mackey tolerates them mostly, but whenever anyone comes over the bar or threatens him or any of his staff (which includes three waitresses and a busboy) he lets his bouncer, Buster, loose on them.
The Black Gull has prices that range from reasonable to downright cheap, usually about half what you’d pay elsewhere. The quality of the booze is low too, but priced right for the thirsty. Jace’s one departure from the way his uncle ran the place is that he now serves “food,” of a sort—the foulest, greasiest fish stew anyone has probably ever seen. A new batch gets whipped up every few days or so, as needed.

The Menu

1. Pottage, Mug of Beer (2 cp)
2. Vegetable Stew, Mug of Ale (4 cp)
3. Oat Porridge, Mug of Cider (5 cp)
4. Roasted Watercress, Mug of Bitter (2 cp)

Type

Pub / Tavern / Restaurant

Parent Location

The Docks