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The Rotting Hulk Tavern

The local haunt of the Maldon seafaring community was an alehouse was called the Rotting Hulk Tavern. It had a faded sign swinging wildly in the wind and was a high, eccentric, weatherboarded building, clinging tenuously to the edge of the salt flats.   Inside, the bar was cramped, dark and warm. Every nook and corner was cluttered with nautical paraphernalia donated by travellers on all the…

The Sailing Barge Centaur

Arriving on the scuffed pine deck of the sailing barge Centaur Rick and Potkin were met, close to the head of the gangway, by a rotund figure somewhat wider than he was tall, wearing a grease stained, woollen tea-cosy on his head and a leather apron with assorted boning, filleting and skinning knives stuffed into the waist. He had a black, cardboard eye-patch and a peg leg made from the curved…