Portsmouth England there is a pub called The Dolphin which caters to us unsavory sailor-folk. Well, needless to say, I fell in with a bit of a rough crowd there one night. The beer is strong there and the company that night was a bunch of English sailors fresh off a run to Santos, Brazil. Being locals they knew the publican and a lot of the local ladies. I vaguely remember breaking into the Portsmouth Angler’s Club and stealing a 7’ long stuffed Bluefin Tuna. This seemed like a good idea at the time. I woke in the morning with a terrible headache and another tattoo.