A burly sailor gets brought into an infirmary staffed by a bunch of postulate nuns, girls barely 18 preparing to become full nuns, and of course, supervised by a few gruff looking nuns.
Being good Catholics in a small Newfoundland seaside town, such oddities rarely found their way to their front door. The elder nuns insisted that only they would attend to him. The next evening there was a crash and a scream!! The sister ran out the door as fast as she could. Sister Marry Clarance of the Assumption held her weight to the door, white as a ghost and muttered..
"On hh..his.. Pe.. Penis it has a..word...SWAN!" And then she ran off to her room.

The next morning Sister Gertrude Harmony of the Assumption quite sternly takes over as the ward of the sailor, lecturing the girls over breakfast of the sins of curiosity and the flesh!
“Is it true?” asked Marta. “Does he truly have ‘Swan’ tattooed on his spear of Adam?”“I’LL HEAR NO MORE OF THIS NONSENSE!!” Yells Sister Gertrude as she storms out the room.
But the young ladies only became more intrigued. Being a particularly observant lot, they knew Sister Gertrude loved the communion wine as much as she loved the lord. So one night the postulates fortified the sacrament with some brandy. Soon Sister Gertrude was snoring.

All the girls were anxious, but none could muster the courage! Such trepidation! How does a young lady ask to see a strange man’s penis in a way that would be pleasing to the Lord?
A bath! Fetch water and soap! SSHH!! Don’t wake Sister Marry Clarance or Sister Gertrude. They’ll have our habits!!
While the four or so ladies scrambled for an alibi, the rest formed a circle around one. She was shy, quiet, timid, and quite pretty. Me!?! She asked.“Do it for us Mary? Please?! We may never see one! You must tell us what it’s like! And if it truly has a word on it.

Mary gathered her nerve, and sighed deeply. Then she took the wash basin, and with a confidence nobody knew she had, marched right into the sailor’s room.
She was even humming. Ten minutes later, the humming stopped.Twenty minutes later, strange noises the girls have never heard started.
Forty minutes later, the ringleader of the postulates stood by the door, banging on it every five minutes to hush them up.
Over an hour later, Mary came out the door, hair neat, habit in place, only a bit of flush and glow to give her away.

All the rest swarmed her like geese.“So...”“So what?” She said“Well does it...say...”Mary cut her off “Does it say ‘Swan?’”Mary turned and walked to the door turning back from the doorway she looked them all in the eye and smiled and said..

“No, It says "SASKATCHEWAN”