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
dog
I am a dog on a small farm.  I help my master hunt for food.  I protect the house from intruders and other animals.
Woof woof! Do you have any food, friend? Well, hello there little guy! Don't you look hungry? Let me see what I can do! Can I have a fish? Can I? Can I? Hang on...let's see what is under this sailcloth. We might have to explore a bit. You sure are an aggressive little guy! Not aggressive, just so hungry! Pant pant! Do you see those baskets of fish in the troughs of water down there? I think if we work together we both can get you some dinner. We need to slowly grab it and if anyone comes our way...you attack! Got it!  I got it! I got it! I can do it! Ok, here are some fish buddy! Eat up! You sure look hungry. That should help you out for a bit!  Gobble gobble... gulp gulp. These.... fish..... are...... delicious! I am happy you are enjoying the fish! You deserve it, after all it is tough keeping those pesky cats away.  Tummy full... so happy. Woof woof!  Let me find you some water to rinse that down. You must be thirsty too. You got a name?