The Life and Times of Admiral Taverns (Chapter 2)

The Voyage

Amidst the hustle of the hawkers and traders found along Pickle Wharf walks young Taverns.  Clutched tightly in his left hand is an acceptance letter from the captain of the Harry Bever, Iron Fist, granting him his first berth on the great green.  In his right hand he bears his lucky ‘Bloodsport Hedgehog’ trading card, depicting the Godfather of hedgehog fighters, ‘Bare-knuckle Bobo’.

Taverns could barely contain his joy at being selected aboard the ‘Harry Bever’  and had memorised his acceptance letter after countless readings (Three times.  Although, he stopped mid way through the second reading to masturbate furiously to the image of Captain Iron Fists daughter, who would also be aboard ship…).

Dearest Taverns,

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The Life and Times of Admiral Taverns (Chapter one)

Beginning of an era

Before man discovered that war could be carried over vast distances through the use of high powered rockets, long before the monkey navigated bomb, even before the badger learned to mate with armadillos to provide an offspring of unbeatable proportions, there was a breed of man known as ‘sea-farers’.

Man first learned to love the sea as they could relate it to their wives when on long journeys (rough, temperamental, holds a lot of wood and you always get the suspicion that you’re not the first and definitely won’t be the last to ride her). Never the less, man loved her.