"Hey, Wayne! Is this the freshest you can get?" Sadie called out to the merchant across from her. The man was huge, which is no surprise since he was probably lifting and carrying huge buckets of seafood every day for almost all of his life. His skin was tanned from constant exposure to the sun when he was out on the shore to buy products from the fishermen to sell in the market. His body was ripped and sweaty. He was wearing a weathered denim jumpsuit over the wife beater top which used to be white but now it was dirty white and stained with what Sadie could assume was fish blood and squid ink.
"Come on, Miss Sadie. You know I always save the freshest for you," The merchant said while entertaining other customers who were looking at him as if he was being unfair.
