The Broken Oar

Tales from the tavern’s darkest corner.

Pull up a stool at The Broken Oar, where the ale flows freely and the stories flow freer still. Finnegan Wry holds court in the corner booth, spinning yarns of storms and ghosts, merchants and monsters, loves lost and tankards drained.

These are the songs sung when the fire burns low and the crowd leans in. Call-and-response shanties that shake the rafters. Haunting ballads that silence the room. Drinking games that tie the tongue in knots. Each one a small theatre piece — sometimes tragic, often comic, always performed with a wink and a raised glass.

From the storm-lashed shores of Kestrel Bay to the hollow hills where beasts may or may not lurk, these eight tracks capture the full range of tavern entertainment: sea-salt and sorrow, mischief and mystery.

The first round’s on Finnegan.