Sgt. Salty and the Misfits: Galway Gambit (Chapter 2)
Sgt. Salty and the Misfits: Galway Gambit (Chapter 2) Galway, Ireland. Known for its cobbled streets, lively pubs, and music that pours out of every doorway like a pint of stout too full to hold. On most days, it’s a city of festivals, trad tunes, and tourists clutching overpriced Claddagh rings. But today was different. Today, Galway braced itself for a storm called Ron Beefmaster . After being run out of Wicklow, Beefmaster wasn’t about to lick his wounds quietly. No, he had set his eyes on Galway Bay—prime territory for flooding with his Beef Oil barges . His vision: turn the Claddagh into the world’s first greasy marina, where every swan and seagull shimmered in oily rainbow slicks. But Sgt. Salty and his merry band of misfits were already on the road west, rattling in their barely-functioning van, ready to bring the fight. Beefmaster’s Galway Setup At Spanish Arch , Beefmaster stood in the shadow of the stonework, his henchmen at his side. Whining Cole griped about...