Published: September 5th 2022, 3:01:03 pm
| OG STORY POST |
Atop the salt encrusted docks and piers of Seattle squats an ugly clapboard shack; its windows smeared with grime and the walls draped in fishing nets.
The Oil Slick – an aptly named bar riddled with age and barnacles but a sanctuary to the swarm of deckhands and sailors that spend their days scurrying across the rotting hulls of ships and their nights slipping into a drunken stupor...
It’s a rough bar, where a careless comment will earn you a punch to the face and a long fall into the grimy waters below.
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*mentions of unaliving*