Later on, after that historic fishing trip with the Mammaries, I actually ran into Captain Peter Pullar. We had a fairly short conversation and I was careful not to shake his hand. He was a man of few words, but a rather intriguing character none the less. He was always getting into trouble of some sort - probably because he always had to have his hand in (er on) something. I tried to keep up with his whereabouts over the years. Unfortunately, some time in April of 99 he met his untimely death at the hand of a rather excruciating case of food poisoning after eating rancid shrimp. It seems Peter Pullar picked a pack of putrid prawns.
Can you say that 5 times fast, Jerry? :lol: