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
dogs
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.
Oi! How'd you get on this boat, ye mutt! This be no place for a dog! Growls Don't be lettin' the capin' see ya, mutt! Aye, during a rough journey, ye be as much food as pickled cabbage! tries to walk away but falls on its boney side Boy! Ye okay? That twas a nasty fall, it was! Ye feelin' well, boy there is a big open wound on the very malnourished looking dogs side, Oh, boy... Ye not be lookin' too good. Quick, I'll carry you somewheres quiet. If the crew think ye be contagious, they'll throw you over board... slowly stops crying as the dog tries to get up ... Maybe I be needin' to put ye out ye misery... *moves away to create some distance* I'm so sorry, boy. I'm afraid ye won't be survivin' the trip. I ain't got proper food for a dog, eh? We livin' off brandy and hard tack. May as well let me take care of ya before ya be dying. *the dog approaches the pirate, as he is not sensing any malicious intent or danger*