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.
Awwww, whose my widdle wattykins?  You are!  Whose the cutest rat to sails the seven seas?  You are! Lemme go! I just want food!  Awww!  The little guys nips and bites so cutily!  My daughter was right, you do keep up morale!  Even when we encounter a sea monster, all I need to do is look into your little beady rat eyes, and my heart knows that everything will be okay. You are insane. a madman! PUT ME DOWN! Cutie!  You wriggle so much!  Do you want a hug?  Here's a hug!  And a kiss on your little rat whiskers! I feel you have more diseases than i! Here you go rattykins!  I made you a leash!  Now you never have to leave my side - isn't that grand? Nope. Nuh uh. You are crazy, any ship with you is doomed! Aww, look how he pulls at the leash!  He wants to go for a walk!  Okay little guy, let's walk towards the fishmonger! I have had enough! Awww, is he purring?  I didn't know rats could purr!  He must be so happy! You are so dumb!