Between the hours of 1-7 am, not more than a half-mile from Rikers Prison, the New Fulton Fish Market comes to life. Fishermen in tall rubber boots and waterproof overalls stroll through Hunts Point, tossing cuts of fresh-caught swordfish and bags of bay scallops into boxes of ice, and shouting customer requests across a football field-sized warehouse. Around 3am on a cold autumn night, my brother and I decided to experience the market for ourselves.

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