The structure which meet my arrival was as fantastic as farcical. My mind raced until I murmurs "A Ship" incredulously. The establishment was once a tall sailed ship now a fixed resident of murky fens upon one face and the paved city cobblestones upon the other. A stone approach was laid upon the murk to provide egress and entrance. This itself was no petty task as it appeared the muck swallowed up the stones again and again, forming successive strata until satiated finally allowed for this walk.
I will deem the inward establishment quaint though it was at best rustic and less kindly a shanty. The walls all reclaimed wood and nautical ornament, recalled the age of sail. The seaside suspiciously absent from the locale, I avoided the creole lobster stew and contented myself with a phosphate whilst I awaited my hosts.
My detention was short as I was greeted by Crowley's approach. He descended a stair draped in some fantastically appointed robe. Its collar radiated the arcs of the sun and lowly glass beads were stitched into the bodice. He wore a turban upon his head like some wild sultans' crown. It was all too much for my composure and I regretfully let out a chuckle! This drew an anger of nonesuch fury, I even recoiled within my chair fearing violence to my person. The many words were sharp and acid tongued oft falling into verses and languages I dreamed only desert insects may understand.
The man calmed some after many minutes of attack, perhaps remembering he had some purpose for me. The words then were soft almost sibilant and always pushing. He desired my help in attending one of his many congregants. I am to attend a society function as a paramore, or some such foolishness. I agreed if only to escape. Even now I prepare for the eve with his dame.
Yours very truly