A perpendicular pillar of black volcanic basalt rising spectacularly from the northernmost point of the island, 40 feet above a roughly fist-shaped cliff, yielding to the imagery of an extended middle finger. A small structure of wood and stone was built atop the fingertip, called The Nail, which acts as a lighthouse warning sailors of the razor-sharp reefs and submerged rocks dotting the treacherous waters below. The fire there is being kept at all times as thick mists have a habit of descending upon this side of the island rapidly and without warning. The Nail can be reached by a rope ladder, a lift or by climbing the irregular rock, unkind to all but the most calloused hands, though the windy weather or the condition of the lift rarely allows all those options at once. It is thus no wonder that keeping The Nail lit is entrusted to a small group of retired sailors who tore their own nails hundred times over climbing masts, well-respected locally and well-paid by the harbourmaster of the East Port. Hence they are a joy to the local establishments whenever they are off-duty and come to one of the ports to eat, drink, sing lewd shanties and reminisce the olden days. Since they live in moss-covered semi-barrows made of wood and peat just near the base of the Defiance they have every incentive to do it as often as possible. Currently, Esteban Trujillo is the most senior of them, and thus an informal leader. And why the Defiance is Hawthorne's? You probably need to ask one of them.