"I was born here," Sean replies with a smile as he nudges Jay towards a little fence at the side of the marketplace. "My dad was a fisherman back when it was still a productive thing to do. This whole square here," he gestures towards the little market place with its booths of coffee and waffles, taco truck and various other bibs and bobs being sold. "It used to be a busy place, with fishermen bringing in their catch and fresh greens being sold. Now most of the trade happens at the harbor and between supermarkets and big fishers."

There's a good shade under a tree that grows out of the pavement, the stoning cracked and old. Kind of like how the town feels itself.

"I like it here," he continues as he squints his gaze towards the sea. "And the locals need someone, who isn't in the pocket of the crime families. Call me sentimental if you like..."