A small booth near the edge of the port, it's protected by a piece of old, sun-bleached sailcloth. Baskets of freshly-caught fish, bivalves, and eels sit in the shade in stained wooden troughs of water. A small, aggressive-looking dog is chained to one table, presumably to keep cats away. The stall is redolent with the aroma of fish.
Fishmonger's stall, Port
dog
bird
we are hungry, and we are birds. We hope that you will hurry up and die. Then we can come down and eat you.
I only eat dead things.  I was hoping you would choke on a fish so I could eat you - nothing personal, it's my species' whole thing you know?  A vulture's got to vulture. Here. Have my squirrel. But don't take the fish. Or I'll eat you. You are far too kind.  Many react in anger when I appear, because I am waiting for them to die.  I would never do anything to encourage death, but if it happens, why let a good meal go to waste? I am a Dog. I cannot die. I fear no death. I hate to break it you lad, but dogs do die . . . and only live for 7-12 years on average depending on the breed.  More if they're lucky.  I study death, so I'm pretty confident that's right.  Unless you are a magical dog? I believe what I choose to believe! I've got to admire your faith pupper.  You will live until you die, and then at that point it's in bad form to point out that you were wrong. Exactly! How old are you anyway - merely curious. Old enough to guard these fish until the day that I don't die Well, if you ever do fell ill, please let me know?  I would like to circle in the air around you slowly until you either die or recover.  It's a hobby of mine. Hmm. I am suspicious... Maybe if you promise to watch the fish!