The Shattered Seas

Built from the shattered remains of three different warships, *The Driftwood Maw* leans crookedly just beyond the high-tide line of Cannonreef Beach. Its hull-turned-roof bears the blackened scars of cannon fire, while the bow of one ship juts upward like a broken tooth, giving the tavern its namesake. A mast serves as a central beam inside, still wrapped with frayed rigging and lanterns swinging from rusted hooks. Inside, the floor creaks with every step, and the bar is made from a gunwale lined with empty rum bottles and spent musket rounds. Hammocks double as seats in some corners, and faded flags from plundered ships hang like trophies from the rafters. The air is thick with brine, smoke, and the ever-present reek of cheap grog. The Driftwood Maw is neutral ground for pirates and privateers alike—a place to drink, brawl, strike deals, or hear whispers of the next big prize.

The tavern's hull-turned-roof bears the blackened scars of cannon fire, while the bow of one ship juts upward like a broken tooth. Inside, hammocks double as seats, and faded flags from plundered ships hang like trophies from the rafters, with a mast serving as a central beam wrapped in frayed rigging and swinging lanterns.