[Seasaddle Bay] The Bilgewater Tavern

[Captain Fidley]

Amongst the bustling commercial docks of Seasaddle Bay there is a small and cozy tavern, well-known to the sailorponies who find themselves making port here. The tavern looks like a ship built for land, with brass-framed portholes and dark, weathered wood planking that looks like it has seen a thousand storms at sea. A ship's mast sprouts from the vaulted roof, colorful signal flags streaming in the wind. To the landsponies they're just colorful decorations, but the old salts of the harbor know their meaning- "Seaponies eat half-off". An old, hand-carved sign swings above the door, flecks of ancient paint visible if you look hard enough.

Inside, the tavern is warm and bright, festooned with nautical flotsam and jetsam. Life rings off dozens of ships hang from the walls, old nets and strings of bouys drape the ceiling and an entire ship's wheel hangs above the roaring fireplace. The tavern smells of weathered wood and ocean spray, mixed with a hint of a rich kelp stew bubbling in the kitchen.

The proprietor is wrapped up in the middle of an old sea story, "chewing the fat" with some young sailors off one of the trading ships. "...and that's how I fought off the dreaded kraken!" he finished with a laugh, ignoring the incredulous stares of his two guests. "Two beers on me lads, for payin' attention to an old wreck's tale!"