When the smoke cleared Sonofjaws picked himself up of the deck and assisted Mr Platypus to his feet. "Sorry about that I was just cleaning it and it went off," the voice belonged to another untidy man who emerged from the cabin. Sonofjaws could not help but notice the crew of this tramp steamer were an unkempt bunch to say the least. "I'd like you to meet first mate Fenn", said Platypus. "Sean Fenn, ex-Irish revolutionary, We couldn't find a part for him in the Irish Tale or any of its off shoots". Sonofjaws stared into the eyes of the man named Fenn. He new he'd seen this man before but where, where...