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<blockquote data-quote="Job" data-source="post: 2772617" data-attributes="member: 37196">He walks down the 600 foot long pier to find his way onto the ship.&nbsp; A long narrow shed runs down the center of the pier, fifty feet wide and thirty feet high in the center.&nbsp; The shed's interior is piled with cargo--boxes, bales, drums, and pallets stacked fifteen feet high in three long rows with narrow aisles in between.A raliway track runs along each side the of pier between the shed and the ship.&nbsp; Boxcars stand here and there on the tracks next to large open doors.&nbsp; Crews of dockworkers stream up and down ramps between the boxcars and the shed, shifting cargo into the interior or moving it onto pallets and nets. The ship's cargo booms labor high overhead to shift cargo into the Gabrielle's holds.A tall, muscular, heavily-sweating worker in grey shirt and coveralls stops wrestling with a crate and stares at Øyvind for a moment, then snorts derisively and points up the pier towards a ramp onto the Gabrielle, saying &quot;He's usually in the Ship's Mess.&quot;Climbing the gangway up to the ship's deck, 3 stories above the pier, you dodge various maritime types who all seem to be in a hurry to go up or down the gangway.&nbsp; At the top of the ramp is a crewmember who stops Øyvind, looks him over, and asks &quot;Where ya goin', Mac?&quot;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Job (the tortured one).</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Job, post: 2772617, member: 37196"] He walks down the 600 foot long pier to find his way onto the ship. A long narrow shed runs down the center of the pier, fifty feet wide and thirty feet high in the center. The shed's interior is piled with cargo--boxes, bales, drums, and pallets stacked fifteen feet high in three long rows with narrow aisles in between. A raliway track runs along each side the of pier between the shed and the ship. Boxcars stand here and there on the tracks next to large open doors. Crews of dockworkers stream up and down ramps between the boxcars and the shed, shifting cargo into the interior or moving it onto pallets and nets. The ship's cargo booms labor high overhead to shift cargo into the Gabrielle's holds. A tall, muscular, heavily-sweating worker in grey shirt and coveralls stops wrestling with a crate and stares at Øyvind for a moment, then snorts derisively and points up the pier towards a ramp onto the Gabrielle, saying [COLOR=Yellow]"He's usually in the Ship's Mess."[/COLOR] Climbing the gangway up to the ship's deck, 3 stories above the pier, you dodge various maritime types who all seem to be in a hurry to go up or down the gangway. At the top of the ramp is a crewmember who stops Øyvind, looks him over, and asks [COLOR=Yellow]"Where ya goin', Mac?"[/COLOR] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Job (the tortured one). [/QUOTE]

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