Remy walked along the long avenue of the busy fish market, eager to see what the fishermen had trawled up. He was happy to do this, though it had taken some serious convincing to allow his boss Mr. Gordon to allow it. The man had dragged him out to the docks and thrown him into the water one day and still wouldn't rule out the theory that he had some sort of ability or curse that spoiled food on contact. Remy didn't blame him for it. [i]He [/i]hadn't ruled out the possibility that he was cursed, even if he was sure he didn't get it from eating a fruit. But at least Mr. Gordon seemed satisfied that it only took effect when he tried to cook. Just carrying food back to the restaurant wouldn't do any damage.

They were going to need it, too. For some reason the place was even more packed than usual. Not just the restaurant either, the streets were packed with large, tough looking men. Men of the sea by any measure of the word. Was there something going on today? He wondered if one of these sailors would finally take him to the Grand Line, but then he was distracted by the sight of-

"A Blue-Finned Elephant Tuna!" He said excitedly, running up to where two large fishermen where carrying the exotic fish off a boat to marvel at it. 

"Hey there Remy." The Captain, a gruff looking weatherbeaten man said as he hopped off the ship and set to follow his sons. "Beauty, isn't she? Last time one of them showed up 'round these parts was 10 years ago."

"Do you need any help carrying it?" said Remy, following along after the man.

"You're still working, boy! Gordon'll give me hell if I send his favorite waiter back smelling like seafood." He replied, as the tuna was already drawing a crowed of onlookers. Remy looked around nervously, and felt the reassuring weight of the money in his pocket.

"What if I buy it from you?" He asked quickly.

The fishermen turned and looked at him, saw the eagerness in his eyes, and gained the far away look of a man who must tell his paraplegic daughter that her dreams of becoming a ballerina are just never coming true. He puts one large, fatherly hand on Remy's shoulder and looks deep into his eyes. "Now son, you're a good boy."

"Yes sir."

"You're always coming down here, you've made yourself helpful."

"Yes sir."

"I like to think we know each other pretty well."

"Yes, sir." Remy said, already seeing where this was going.

"So I see that look in your eye, and I know what it means."

"Yes sir."

The man signed deeply, before continuing. "I would kill you before I let you desecrate any part of this fish with your strange voodoo."

There's a long moment of silence while Remy reflects upon these words. He looks down at the ground for a bit, before glaceing back up and says, defeated, "Well thank you for your honesty."

The man gives him a few sympathetic pats on the shoulder. "Now get to your shopping son, before you piss off Gordon." And with that he turns around and the procession begins again, the ever expanding crowed around the tuna drifting away like a dingy on the open sea.

Remy sighs, shrugs his shoulders, and sets off amongst the market stalls.