Lastlight

An outer-isle harbour of a single quay, a beacon, and a few dozen households of an island Gnome line that keeps lighter customs than the mainland towns. Its beacon is the last on the coast before open water, and its families fish, keep the light, log the Long Grey as it rolls in, and gather what the Unrun Sea drifts onto their rocks. Not all of it is weed. On the beacon stair hangs the carved head of a beast no one can name, broken from some unknown hull's prow and cut in a wood no Gnome shipwright knows, and island children dare one another to touch its teeth.