Before the Sailors' Quarters                           -      N      - 
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                                                        -      S      -

A sickening smell of rum and sweat wafts around you on stepping up to the
door that leads into the Sailors' Quarters.  Living within the forecastle is
quite undesireable as it is small, cramped and doesn't possess many windows.
Sailors amble in and out, most of them looking more tired coming out as they
did going in.  
A crab scuttles about sideways looking for food.