An ocean of islands, pirates, and danger—Dominion law fades and treasure calls.
Played | 72 times |
Cloned | 6 times |
Created | 70 days ago |
Last Updated | 48 days ago |
Visibility | Public |

Coordinates | (3773, -995) |
Hidden beneath a collapsed warehouse near the port's edge, The Dead Drop is pitch-black save for guttering lanterns nailed to rotting beams. Its low ceiling forces most to crouch. Tables are carved into the stone walls, and the bar itself is just a plank balanced on two barrels. The mute barkeep, “One-Eye” Thom, keeps a ledger in pictographs and communicates with slaps or glares. Sailors come here to whisper treachery, sell secrets, or disappear. If you get a drink without asking, you’re already known.
The interior is dark and damp, with rotting wooden beams and stone walls. Tables are carved directly into the walls, and a makeshift bar is formed by a plank resting on two barrels. The atmosphere is tense, filled with hushed whispers and furtive glances.