From the introduction: I felt distinctly that all eyes were on me as I walked into the Hull. It was a massive tavern, a beached ship said to be the oldest permanent structure in Broken Gallows, and now the most popular watering hole in the pirate city. As my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I felt a sense of disappointment. Once proud trophies of raids on other worlds hung prominently displayed from the beams of the beached vessel, but today the glories of past victories were covered in dust, threadbare and tarnished. Sullen conversations drifted from shadowed alcoves. Once famed for revelry, the Hull was now a haunt for nostalgia. Like the rest of the island, Broken Gallows was a shadow of its past.