"There used to be a dragon here, you know? Back then, that Green Dragon would sell Dragon Heads for a high price. Only fishing boats with a Dragon Head statue on the bow were safe from being capsized. The dragon's dead, but we keep the tradition. It feels like the decoration brings in a better catch."
The fisherman continued, "It's a lot like the fishing permits in Three Bays City now. As long as you have that stupid piece of paper, the Water Police Team won't come bother you."
"Is that so?" Colin said.
The fisherman fell silent again and said no more.
The ale in his cup was running low.
Just as Colin was wracking his brain for another topic, the other man spoke up again.
