He tilted his head, a little perplexed, as he looked over the little store's fish.
"I'm looking for, uh..." He picked out his little paper and fiddled with it a little, scratching his head with uncertainty. "I... King... Crown... Shrimps?" he asked hesitantly, looking back at the fisherman timidly.
Confused, the man just raised an eyebrow at him and shrugged. "Ne'er heard o' that," he replied simply, although he did motion to some common shrimps that were sitting on some small ice on the side. "Got 'em, though."
"Ah, no, they're regular shrimps, they're not what I'm looking for. But thank you," he answered before bidding the fisherman his goodbye with a sheepish, embarrassed smile. He could swear the man was burning through him as he walked away from the stand, back facing the little store that one amongst many here in Jawan.
A little ways away, the young man stopped and sat down on a free bench, sighing with defeat. He pulled his little paper out of his pocket again, looking at the name he'd scribbled. His mother had asked him to go buy "King Crown Shrimps," but now he felt like she'd just made fun of him. Do those shrimps even exist? he wondered with another sigh. It wasn't like he could just go back home, either; his mom would be upset if he came back without anything for dinner.
But for now, he would take a small break and relax on the bench. He'd almost visited a dozen stands, and despite this being Jawan, the town with the most seafood available, he hadn't found any of those shrimps. And in fact, every single fisherman gave him weird looks when he'd asked about them.
But things would work out somehow, right?