The Black Hand Tavern stands three stories tall, its dark timber frame weather-beaten by countless storms. The tavern's namesake sign—a massive black iron hand—hangs from ornate chains above the door, each finger articulated and movable in the wind, creating an eerie wave to passersby. The building leans slightly toward the harbor, like a curious observer perpetually watching the ships come and go. Multiple chimneys sprout from its steep-pitched roof, each one crowned with a distinctive wind vane shaped like various sea creatures.