During the day, the quay is bustling with typical activity of a port: burly longshoremen carry crates and roll barrels away from ships for storage and sailors who still have their sea-legs saunter past on their way to drink and more adventures. By night, the quay is teeming with unsavory characters: men who are hardly men any more after losing their way through drink and gambling hunker amongst coils of rope stiffened by the salt water while rats scramble from box to box gnawing their way into the goods contained inside.
Quay, Port
rat
sailor
I am a sailor traveling the vast ocean with my big sailboat. I was sent by the king to voyage the seas. I do not like running into sea monsters.
I love the smell of the ocean. Squeak squeak. Sailor, do you have a bite of cheese for a poor rat like me? Sure here you go. Thank you kind soul. What brings you to this busy Quay tonight?  I just really wanted a drink to be honest. Ah, a very human vice. Be careful though, there are some dangerous pirates around here. I know that you should be careful out there. Foolish human! It is you who should be careful of me. Give me that piece of rope back. You want it? Come take it from me then. Don't tempt me! You may hit me now, but you forget that I carry diseases! In three days time you'll be dead.