Eastern Seaboard
When you're getting poked by a bunch of sailors at the same time while the sun is rising over the ocean and you're too messed up to even breathe because of all the seaweed in your mouth.
I woke up on the deck with a sailor's tongue in my throat and three guys laughing at me.
That morning I thought I was going to die from too much seaweed and sailor breath.
I tried to scream, but all that came out was a sailor's moan.