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
policeman walking a beat
seagull
I am a seagull of the kingdom docks. I see ships set sail. I fly out to sea.
I see a lot of fish to pick from. True, true. What would you recommend? I would get the freshly caught fish. Fine. Give me three baskets. good choice, the aroma is making me hungry. Ooooh! You touched me! That was a nice gesture. It's not proper. I mean, I'm wearing a uniform. Yes, just happy to see you. Okay, go away now. Yes, I will. But I think I'll take the fish, for my troubles.