The port tavern is the shadiest of all the shady bars in the city. Every night, on its grimy stools at the wooden bar, you can find some of the slimiest sailors in the world. The walls are of peeling blue paint and are always dripping with condensation. Women of ill-repute line one wall, old men on the verge of passing out line another. The floor is littered with trash, barnacles, and bodily fluids. Tending the bar is a small, round man with a bushy mustache.
Port Tavern, Port
woman
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.
I can only imagine. It's tough for women here...huh? Yes, but it more has to do with harsh hours. I can relate to that. i spend at least ten hours a day working out in the sea. Yes life these days is not easy. Places like these honestly make it worse. Sorry to offend if you work here. No not at all, I work for the queen. Oh i see. What brings you to this wretched place. I was looking for a ship captain but he is not here as of now. I know of a good ship captian. I;ve sailed with him for many years. More of a exact guy im looking to talk to. Ah i see, where are you headed? No where, I need to talk to him to get info for the queen.