Local sailors swear the tavern stands on a patch of quay blessed by a long-dead lighthouse keeper; a wooden gull perched above the door is said to be a charm against sudden squalls and losing one's way at sea. Folk also tell of the Gossamer — a merchant ship that split on the reef and hauled something ashore that no one speaks of in daylight. On certain foggy nights, regulars say someone walks the pier humming a tune that sounds like waves hitting a bell.