This is the Pirates' House restaurant where we ate with Heather and the girls our first night in Savannah.
It was built in 1753 and was originally a home that was later turned into a tavern.
It's served many a mighty sailor in its day and many a scurvy dog as well. In fact it is said that some of its former patrons still walk about the rooms! Wooooooooo!
Over the years, during renovations, secret tunnels leading to the ocean have been located under the Pirates' House but due to instability they have not been able to follow some of them to see exactly where they lead. They do know that in those days it was hard to get men to sign up and serve on these sailing ships; whether for good reason or bad, so ships captains would search out rugged looking men, get them drunk, drug them or knock them out, and then shanghai the men taking them through these tunnels back to the ships. Unfortunately when the men came to, they were already out to sea...too far to jump ship and swim home...so, a pirates life for me!
It is said, that the famous pirate Captain Flint, of the equally famous novel Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson, died there in the Inn with his first mate Darby McGraw by his side saying,
"Darby M'Graw-fetch aft the rum...".
All I can say is...Dead men tell no tales....
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