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
drunkard
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.
I hope this drunk doesn't see me. Woah..... I might need to dry out....... that rat is talking? Darn looks like he saw me. This is a dream you died. Yeah rat man.... last time I saw you I was an old woman. I have been a rat my entire life. *hic     Do you ever wish you were a pigeon? All I am missing are the wings. I have the diseases. The BLACK PLAUGE!!!!! Yes I carry the Black Plague That's ok.... *hic ..... fleas die when they bite me. I jus wanted to scare the other sailors a bit Just give me some bread crumbs and we call it even I ai'nt got none, outta beer too. But I hear that ship there is heading to a brand new island