Bisquay

A small coastal settlement that produces a lot of wine from the island's many grape and berry varieties. 
Bisquay is located at one end of the Merchant Strait, and the entire half of the strait on its side is named the Wine Side for the importance of Bisquay's product in trading. Its location near the edge of Driscoll's territory makes it an immensely useful place for Eight Finger, since he has nowhere else to reliably buy and sell equipment without leaving his waters for some time. He's negotiated some kind of accord with the local leadership of the island to allow his crews presence on the merchant island.  
The locals in Bisquay often leave helpings of wine out at night for fey creatures. In return, broken cobblestones, furniture, and sometimes even windows often get repaired by morning, due to the diligent work of brownies. 
Bisquay has a number of interesting taverns scattered through the streets between its docks and covered market: 
* The Ruddy Grape: An expensive, up-market establishment with over 60 different barrelled wines on offer, including a special that changes every month.
* The House of Waves: A small, homely eatery-come-wine bar run by Bisquay's oldest wine-growing family, the Thimblefulls.
* The Fine Vine: A small, unassuming wine bar that recently started turning some good profit when it found its niche in offering strong varieties of brandy. However, the owner, Derrick, sabotaged his growing reputation with a brazen display of indecent exposure through town. The aldermen were forced to call him into a meeting.
* Mud Skip: A dingy, musky pub with a low ceiling and lots of dark wood. The only place in Bisquay that sells beer. Known as the place where Simon, the little drake of Bisquay, spends a lot of his time. Recently, Mud Skip was the scene of a violent altercation.
* The Hole-in-a-Wall: A place with no name, no menu, and no adverts. People only learn about it from word-of-mouth. Follow a number of narrow switchback lanes and you'll eventually come to the end of an alley where a standing crowd have gathered. Each will be holding a wooden cup. Through the opening in the wall - built at head height for a human - Dave, the owner, waits to offer the only thing available: his exclusively grown, orange-coloured wine. It's delicious beyond compare.
Category:Driscoll's Territory
Category:The Merchant Strait