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
drunkard
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.
A man after my own heart.  Let us drink! Indeed!  Know any good sea shanties? There's a laddie howlin' at the main topmast Our skipper comes from Barbados He's got the name of Hammer Toes He feeds us bread as hard as brass Our junk's as salt as a bailer's arse Now that's one I've not heard before lad!  Have you any others? When I was a young man in my prime I'd clench them yeller girls two at a time We'll roll 'em high and we'll roll 'em low We'll heave 'em up and away we'll go All right - one more and I'll buy you the next round. Whiskey is the life of man Always was since the world began Whiskey-o, Johnny-o John rise her up from down below Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o Up aloft this yard must go John rise her up from down below Make that two rounds, I'm feeling generous - what's your pleasure? There's nothing I'll turn down, get me two of whatever! Two whisky, coming right at you - aged twenty years. Just the way I like my women! Well, I hear there is a tavern wench over that the Drunken Clam that has a thing for seamen.  You go get her you dirty rascal.