we were at the Bollinger shipyard in Fourchon once.
Roustabout was on the dock to keep up who was on dock and rig.
One night on of the roustabouts came barreling down the gang plank with his duffle bag. This was around 12 midnight.
Hey John, where you headed with your bag?
I'm gone.
That was it.
Dude was walking. From Fourchon. Middle of the night. No one ever talked to him again.
