When I saw this building in Daejeon, South Korea back in March, it screamed “Friday Fictioneers” to me, so I’m very happy that Rochelle chose it. It is apparently a type of barbecue restaurant, although why this is on the roof, I don’t know. Here’s another view of it.
Captain Black Lung exploded from his cabin like a wet fart.
“Where is she?” he wheezed. Keeping Flora faithful amidst sixty-four leering pirates was a Sisyphean ordeal.
“Ah, there she is, canoodling up on the yardarm.”
“It’s not like that, Captain!” the quartermaster called as he lumbered up the rigging.
“. . . then you burst in with the cake and we’ll sing Happy Birthday,” he heard as he got closer. So she had remembered his birthday. What a great wife! He smiled and climbed back down.
“So,” Flora said, “do you want to put the bomb in the cake, or should I?”