“High Moon Pub, I thought it would be nicer” Young scoffs as him and Bryant are standing in the road in front of a large sign. The sign hung out from the wall and was held up by two rusted iron chains, every slight breeze would cause it to pendulate back and forth making a shrill squeaking noise each time. The front of the pub seemed to have been constructed by wooden boards, now faded from the brackish waters air. The two began to walk towards the front entrance, large stained panels of glass sat on either side of the door. Young trying to take a peek in before entering pressed his face to the cold glass, he heard a cacophony of voices and mugs clacking around but the stained glass inhibited his ability to see inside so he could not guess how many were in there. Removing him self from the
