🎃 Sgt. Salty and the Haunted Hanger — Chapter 1: “Jars Yogan Takes Flight” ✈️👻
🎃 Sgt. Salty and the Haunted Hanger — Chapter 1: “Jars Yogan Takes Flight” ✈️👻 5 The night air had that crisp, cheeky bite only late October could bring. Halloween in Saltyville wasn’t just a date on the calendar — oh no — it was an event, a spectacle, a full-blown production of costumes, cauldrons, and questionable life choices. And at the centre of it all, of course, was none other than Sgt. Salty . “Tonight,” he declared dramatically to the mirror, “Jars Yogan takes flight.” He stood in his dimly lit bedroom, surrounded by scattered costume bits — aviator sunglasses, a navy-blue flight jacket with golden wings embroidered across the chest, and the pièce de résistance: a stitched-on name patch that read in bold, unapologetic letters — JARS YOGAN . The wink he gave himself in the mirror could’ve powered the fog machine for the entire party. “Winky,” Salty called out, “how’s my landing gear looking?” From the hallway came the muffled snort of WhizzAir Winky , always qui...