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
pelican
a small, aggressive-looking dog
No one likes dogs. I live on the streets with all the other dogs. I am hungry most of the time. Sometimes I fight with the other dogs. I am a dog.
Nope! Come down here though! Are you sure you won't attack me? You look rather aggressive... Nah! I just wanna talk! Come here!!! Well alright, if you promise not to attack. Come here!!!! AHA!!!! Ah, knew I couldn't trust you! You dogs have no manners. Aw, come back! Where are you going? I just wanted to hold you so we could talk! So you bit me and took my dinner.. I will bring my friends next time and toss saltwater all over you. Ha! More friends for me to bite! Woohoo! Or we might drop these, better watch your head!  OUCH!!! That's not fair! This is filled with money and seems rather heavy. Whoops! Watch your head down below!