Catch and Eel !

A peach-colored, striped-furred shiji, two cocktails in hand, was making his way through the crowd to get away from the throng that had gathered around a pool whose surface was constantly rippling.

A shiji who looked every bit like a local fisherman, with broad shoulders and finely muscled arms adorned with strange translucent membranes, was calling out to anyone who would listen:

“ Come on, landlubbers, don’t be shy! My conger eels won’t bite your tongues! But they’ll sure as hell try to gobble up your muzzles and whiskers if they get the chance, bwahahahah ! Show ’em who’s the lord of the seas, and you might walk away with some pretty little treasures or a good meal ! Sounds tempting, doesn’t it ? Bwahahaha ! ”

Diàoyù felt a shiver run down his spine.

“ Oh, no no no, and absolutely not. There’s no way I’m letting Callan find out about this stand... ”

He quickened his pace to reach the object of his sudden and very real concern as quickly as possible, leaving the pool behind him, where the sounds of splashing and little plaintive squeaks continued to echo.