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
sailor
rat
I am a large gray rat that scurries around in the castle walls. I like visiting the kitchen to snack on the bread crumbs. I carry diseases, so don’t touch me.
Better steer clear of me - I've got a bounty of diseases that I'd be happy to share! I am nor afraid.I am a sailor that travel on the oceans extensively  I do love hearing stories from mariners. Do you have any great ones to share? I am not a marine.I was sent by the king to voyage the seas. A mariner, not a marine. A mariner is a sailor, you know. You are a sailor, right? (sniff sniff) What are you snifing over there?? Is that pure snow I see no snow around here. Do you see some? Snow is a lingo for cocaine and it looks like that Interesting. Well, I see no cocaine or any other drug around here. I'm only interested in cheese. This is a quay.The only thing here are barrels and at night bad people Indeed, there are some evil doers about. I sleep here and see much criminal activity at night. men here  lose their way through drink and gambling. If they see a rat like you, they will probably step on you