A large sleek Brig mysteriously appears out of the mist at the edge of the bay. Outside the pub a low rumble approaches.Growing louder, the rumble begins to rattle the doors and the tankards off the tables. Suddenly the door bangs into the room followed by a couple kegs of Ale and large hairy beast who drops a sea bag on the deck. I'm home! Greetings Lasses and Lads Doc has returned. Drink up!
For those of you who only recently signed the articles, I am Doc - third generation US Navy, retired firefighter and lifelong naval/military history geek. Worked for years at the New York Renaissance Faire. Lifelong leather smith and model ship builder. Really been missing this place.