172 Fishman Island: Laurel (2/2)

The fishman regarded the small group with narrowed eyes before he looked over at his goods.

”The lanky one, it's called a Floundering Farwer . We only get a few hundred every week.” He said with a clipped tone as he introduced a thin and bony fish us to.

Fawkes ran his finger over the creature's side with a contemplating look.

”How does it taste?” Aha now the man asked the important questions!

”Eh a little spicy with a strange tang.” The fishman replied as he looked over Fawkes with an appraising look.

”I'll take it! Also put in the grey one and the Tonal Traunt” he said pointing at a fairly large grey fish and a colourful blue and orange one.

The fishman nodded as he proceeded with the transaction, a hint of surprise could be seen in his eyes when Fawkes handed him the money.

”You lot are actually paying!” he remarked a measure of surprise that had Rein questioning how the man made a living.

”We aren't poor enough to have to swindle sellers in the streets.” Fawkes replied curtly as he began to look around.

”But ya'll are pirates no?” the fishman asked, now much more comfortable with the conversation.

Rein could not help but chuckle at what the man was insinuating. He was calling all pirates poor, and he could relate. He too had a similar idea before he came to sea.

Fawkes smiled as he looked at the man, nodding politely as he began to walk over to another stand with green seaweed sprawled over.

Unfortunately for him however, a sudden brown meteor shot towards him, running quickly enough to surprise the first mate.

”IIIIITTTTTTTTT DIDN'T WOOORKKKKKKKKKK!!” the figure screeched as she ran, her cap bent over her head as he barrelled head first out of the small group of scandalized shopper running straight at Fawkes.

Fawkes dodged to the right smartly reaching for the figure's hand in curiosity.

”Stop her!!” A roar sounded out as a huffing and wheezing fishman waded through the crowd.

Rein looked on in bemusement as the women was forced to a stop, before she shot a distressed look over her shoulder and pulled Fawkes forward. ”We run!” she muttered as he barrelled forward, dragging a baffled Fawkes with her.

As if the situation was not absurd enough, the orange tiger shark took this moment to comment:

”Huh I knew it, all ya'll pirates are poor as fuck!”