Blood for the Baron!

Those of you who sat patiently through “Stormshadow’s Secret Mission” last Autumn quake in fear, for we are about to experience….

Stormie (&Muton’s) Secret Mission 2:- The Guernsey Files

"You have been warned…"

how long do i need to quake for? and to what degree?

Moderate quaking, and not for long...

"Right Muton, pack your spare pants, it’s off on another Secret Mission for us lad, we shall conquer that small (but incredibly wealthy) isle in the Channel Islands for the Baron, and steal all of it’s resources for our illustrious leader…"

"Do we have to? I mean, every time we go away anywhere it’s all “we shall conquer in the name of the Baron” this, and “I claim thee in the name of the Red Shadows” that. Last Summer you buggered off for ages and I didn’t have a clue where you were, and had to survive purely on Pot Noodles until you returned, cant we, just once, go on holiday, see some sights, get pissed, and then post a few gratuitous pictures of our travels up here without some convoluted background story? Just this once?"

“Bloody hell Mu – have you been watching the History Channel again – learning such big words as that? But seeing as you asked so nicely, go on then, lets just bugger off on our Jollies and sod the claiming for the Baron – if he wants it so badly he can claim the bloody place himself…."

gotcha, im anticipating a bergerac feel to the story...

The Kraken Wakes wrote:gotcha, im anticipating a bergerac feel to the story...

Now if only I'd thought of that!

The Lads arrive, decked out in their finest holiday attire:-





Muton decides to test the theory that he is a repainted diver without a face by going walking through a rock pool.







Stormie becomes concerned that Mu is drowning, so heroically dives to his rescue (that, and the fact his [well, Boss Hogg’s] hat had fallen in the pool too):

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"BLUB BLUBBBBBB"

[SPLASH!!!!]













An element of CPR is necessary to bring our almost indestructible chum around…



Hat still in the pool, Stormie lectures the Mu on the “do’s” and “don’ts” of wading in rock pools:

To get over the trauma of their stressful morning our hapless friends chill out by one of the former viewing points, looking out over the bay:-






Before chilling out on the beach wall, near the (apparently) second best Beach Café in Europe (apparently – according to the Guardian newspaper – I reserve judgement until I have visited them all, but they did do very nice Scallops with Bacon - SD).

The chaps are totally oblivious to the fact that more danger lurks on the horizon….



In the form of THE DUCK OF DOOM!!!!!!



"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"WTF????????????????????????????"



Luckily the people at the next table had some bread they threw, so he soon sodded off…

Ignoring all requests not to, the lads help themselves to some native flora to brighten up their Hotel windowsill...



Before watching the sun set together over the Bay...



(no, they're just good friends, before you ask)

The next day being Easter Saturday and all, the lads take it easy on the beach in the morning, after yesterdays exertions.





Before heading off to a stately home in the afternoon.

"Dad, as it’s Easter do you think there’s any chance of our seeing some Easter chicks?"

"Na, that’s all myths made up to sell Easter eggs lad…."





"WRONG!!!!!!"

"Smart ass"



(And now, my favourite picture of the lot – SD)

“You know what Mu, being surrounded by chicks always makes my cock go big….”

“WHAT????? You sick freak!!!!”

“No, not like that……………….”



(I'm sorry! It was too much to resist! And there we have the makings of a later “Caption Competition”.)

After watching the sun go down over St Peter’s Port the lads head out for a few beers (hey, it is a Saturday night!)







And slowly, but surely, as the night went on, it all became a bit of blur…