The main quarters for the crew of the vessel. Its dirty, smelly and not a place where anyone but a pirate would want to stay. There are bunks stacked on bunks the place is cramped and no one goes there for any reason besides sleeping.
crew berthing, Port
mouse
pirate
I am a pirate from a poor village. I am respected by others for my ferocity. I know how to make a good torture device.
Ahoy, wee mouse! Ahoy t' sea, th' sailour's life fer ye now! Squeak! You've got a bit of a speech impediment. Which bunk is mine, fella? Me elocution prof says th' same thin'. Whichever bunk ye wants, granted yer willin' to fight fer it! Yes, I'll fight! Ha ha! This knife is a bit too big for me, but I'll still have no trouble cutting your ankles. Yargh! That's the spirit, we'll make a pirate of ye yet! And I want the top bunk, too! Do you have any vittles Alas, no me wee crewmate. But yer welcome toe eat what ye find a'shore. Ashore? I'll starve first. That cat is waiting for me. I just know it. Just so happens, I've the ken of how t'make good torture devices. Infernal contraptions, every one o' them, sure to put a fright in that landlubbing mog. So maybe I should have the cat chase me onto the ship, and you could take him out with your... what did you call it.. contraption? Argh, a fine plan! Or, yer could stab 'im in the face... That sounds even better! I'll give him a new set of whiskers!