Brewery barge with export stout. Sea air sours it, I heard. Be interesting some day get a pass through Hancock to see the brewery. Regular world in itself. Vats of porter, wonderful.
Rats get in too.
Drink themselves bloated as big as a collie floating. Dead drunk on the porter. Drink till they puke again like christians. Well of course if we knew all the things. Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the gaunt quay walls, gulls.