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
fisherman
policeman walking a beat
I am a village policeman that patrols the streets. I am a strict policeman and I make sure that everyone follows the rules. I am quick to use violence to intimidate suspects.
And what is going on here?  just selling my fish good officer And this Pelican - does it belong to you?  no of course not sir You ought to keep your eye on it - it is certainly keeping its eye on your catch! yes well ill end it if it comes closer Though of course, it could have young to feed  yes well the ocean is right there They're very lazy birds, I hear  yes well they can catch fish and ill end any that take mine What is your catch of the day?  pounds of trout