The drinking hole.

The drinking hole.

We're here at our drinking hole cannery row. I see the ship sway and turn as they bring in their catch. As they dropped their nets, what a mess! We gut and clean the fish as they flop on the deck. I believe one more beer is in order, and then we will take a rest. The waves crash into the rocks, and it's almost sunset. It appears that one more beer and a shot are in order, followed by some rest. Next, we take a ride and find ourselves arrested for DWI. I think it's time for three beers and two shots. Don't ask me why I think I need a ride.