Sgt. Salty and the Misfits: The Belfast Siege (Chapters 6 & 7)
Sgt. Salty and the Misfits: The Belfast Siege (Chapters 6 & 7) Belfast – a city built on shipyards, steel, and stubborn resilience. The twin Harland & Wolff cranes, Samson and Goliath , tower above the skyline like guardians of industry. But now, Ron Beefmaster wanted to turn them into his personal Beef Oil siphons , draining the River Lagan to fuel his greasy empire. “This city will be my refinery,” Beefmaster bellowed from the docks, oil splattering as he slammed a barrel. “From here, the Beef Oil tides will rise, and Ireland will sink into sludge!” His henchmen cackled: Whining Cole moaned, “Do we have to stay in Belfast? It’s raining sideways.” Woodie Wood carved “BEEF 4 LYF” into the dock gates. Candle of Spices danced on a flaming barge, chanting, “Saffron! Nutmeg! FIRE!” Locals muttered: “Not this clown again. Someone call the misfits.” Misfits on the March From Cork to Belfast, the misfits rolled north in a caravan of chaos. Ye Olde Large L...