The Dry Seamen
Ahoying from landlocked Chalford these lickspittle landlubbers are the urban shipwreck waiting to happen. Having never served time on the sea, and with no more contact with the wetness of the ocean than supping the grog served in the bar of a cross-channel ferry, the Dry Seamen are not shackled by authenticity. Indeed, they are not worthy. So, come and join the menace of their mutant mutiny.