There are creaky wooden walkways with empty sections where boats can rest.  There are a few buildings surrounding this area that sell supplies to sailors.
Dock, Port
sailor
some kind of police
I enforce the law of the kingdom, and detail all who disobey it. I serve at the pleasure of the Queen, though not willingly. I am in debt, and must serve to pay the taxes owned. I have not seen my family in years. I grow weary from their absence. I spend my nights in the brothels hoping to replace the warmth of my wife in my bed. Nothing works.
Now look here, sailor! I'm not going to have any shenanigans on my watch! well after all the stuff i have seen at sea i just want a stiff drink A drink, I see! A drink you say! But one drink can lead to another, and before long you'll be up to shenanigans! well not if i just keep drinking all night If you keep drinking all night, the bar will close, and you'll leave... and before long... shenanigans! no more likely i will just stumble back to the boat and pass out Look - just don't cause any problems. The walkways here on this dock are narrow and creaky, and you might fall if you get too drunk. And you know what that leads to? probably my worst fear being eaten by a sea monster No! Shenanigans. And yes, maybe the sea monster, too. why do i get the feeling that a lot of shenanigans goes on around here Aha! Now you are on to something! Well, since you know about the shenanigans, I'm going to trust you and let you pass. gotta get my drinking money out of my lucky boot