Chapter 7: Galway – The Spanish Arch Showdown

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Chapter 7: Galway – The Spanish Arch Showdown

The road from Donegal to Galway was long, but the convoy made it in style. The Leopard 2 tank led the charge down the Wild Atlantic Way, bunting still tied to the barrel, while Ye Olde Large Lad’s jeep trailed behind with a BBQ strapped to the roof. Sarah, Susan, and Yasmine sang along to ABBA in the back, while WhizzAir Winky insisted on narrating the journey like it was a David Attenborough documentary.

By the time they rolled into Galway, the Spanish Arch stood waiting: a stone gateway to history, romance, and—naturally—the misfits’ next adventure.

A Welcome Like No Other

Galway didn’t blink at the sight of a tank parked by the Arch. In fact, buskers set up beside it, playing trad tunes while tourists posed for selfies. Within minutes, the Leopard 2 had become an unofficial landmark: “Spanish Arch & Salty’s Tank – two for one photo!”

Locals loved it. Students from NUIG climbed onto the turret, shouting “up the misfits!” while a lad in a cowboy hat offered to sell Salty a juggling act. Sarah rolled her eyes, Susan demanded a cocktail, and Yasmine started mixing one on the tank roof.

But beneath the laughter, Salty knew this was the finale. The last mission. The last stand.

The Challenge

Word spread fast: the misfits were in Galway, and they were hosting the final Salty Games. Events included tank tours, tug-of-war, limbo under the barrel, and a final showdown at the Arch: a precision contest where the cannon had to light up a target with perfect accuracy.

“Winner takes the pride of Galway,” Salty announced, raising his pint.

The locals roared. Fishermen, buskers, and even a troupe of Spanish tourists joined in. But not everyone clapped. Among the crowd, a shadow lingered: Ron Beefmaster.

Yes, the old rival had returned. Flanked by his cronies Whining Cole, Woodie Wood, and Candle of Spices, Ron strutted forward with his usual smug grin.

“Well, well, Salty,” he sneered. “Fancy ending your little circus where history lives? Let’s see if you and your misfits can actually win a real showdown.”

The crowd gasped. The stage was set.

The Showdown at the Spanish Arch

The contest was simple: two shots, two targets. One for Ron and his cronies, one for Salty and the misfits. Whoever hit closer to the bullseye claimed victory.

  • Ron Beefmaster’s crew: Whining Cole fumbled the aim, Candle of Spices argued about “wind direction,” and Woodie Wood got distracted by a busker’s guitar. Their shot went wide, smashing a bin and sending seagulls into orbit. The crowd booed.

  • Salty’s turn: He climbed onto the Leopard 2, Sarah and Susan by his side, Yasmine pouring him a “good luck cocktail.” Ye Olde Large Lad stood as ballast, Winky offered encouragement, and Squallshy sprinkled “positive mushroom energy.”

Salty lined up the shot. The city fell silent. He breathed in, steadied, and shouted with his trademark roar: “FIRE!”

The cannon thundered, echoing across Galway Bay. The shell flew, slicing the air, before striking dead centre on the target. A perfect bullseye. The crowd erupted into cheers, fiddlers struck up a jig, and even the seagulls seemed to clap their wings in approval.

Victory & Romance

Ron Beefmaster scowled, muttered something about “unfair mushrooms,” and stormed off with his crew, chased by jeering locals. The misfits, meanwhile, were carried through the streets of Galway like heroes.

At the Arch, under fairy lights strung by enthusiastic students, Salty raised his pint one last time.

“To the misfits, to the madness, and to every pub that still lets us in,” he declared.

Sarah and Susan clinked glasses with him, Yasmine toasted with prosecco, and Large Lad hugged half the crowd at once. WhizzAir Winky cried tears of joy, while Funji Squallshy wandered off muttering, “the mushrooms are proud of us.”

For a moment, Galway belonged to the misfits.

The Final Word

As dawn broke over the Spanish Arch, the squad sat by the tank, tired but happy.

“Salty,” Sarah said softly, “what now? Where do we go after all this?”

Salty grinned, looking out over the Atlantic. “Wherever the road leads, love. The misfits don’t stop. We just rest, recharge… and wait for the next adventure.”

And with that, Sgt. Salty and his misfit family closed the chapter on Galway — victorious, united, and ready for whatever chaos the world threw at them next.

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