Mustang pulled open the door of the locker room and marched purposefully inside. Whilst he’d been prepared for spirits to still be rather low amongst the Pirates following their earlier rout at the hands of the Sharks, upon taking in the atmosphere of the locker room, Mustang quickly realized that...
Having grabbed what remained of his bottle of water from inside his golf bag, Mustang sat back down on the lip of Maisie’s trunk. It had been a long morning, and not because he’d just played 18-holes – though the dull ache coursing through his legs and sweat licking at...
If his first week at St. Nick’s had passed by without much in the way of excitement, Mustang’s second week roaming the halls of New Malo’s one and only Catholic junior high more than made up for it. After following up their ‘clear the air’ session on the range with,...
Hey everyone, A brand new line of t-shirts has just gone live in the Mustang Merchandise Store in the shape of ‘The 66 Collection’. With the Sharks venturing into the Jungle to take on Mustang and the rest of the New Malo Pirates in the opening game of the 2020/21...
Following Layla’s departure, Fr. Breen, unsurprisingly, got the impression the last thing on anyone’s mind was playing more golf and so decided right there on the 5th hole that perhaps it would be best for everybody if they just ended their practice session early. “Listen, kid, you don’t need to...
“So, I’m afraid that’s how this whole regretful situation came about,” sighed Fr. Breen, still lamenting the fact he’d allowed Mustang’s first meeting with the rest of the Pirates to go so poorly. “I see …” said Ray, still trying to fully digest how everything had taken such an unexpected...
Hey everyone, A brand new line of t-shirts has just gone live in the Mustang Merchandise Store: ‘The New Malo Pirates Collection’. It’s been really cool to see your reaction since I introduced the Pirates into the ‘Mustang Universe’ over the last few chapters, so now you too can strap...
After the buzz of joining the New Malo Pirates, the rest of Mustang’s first week at St. Nick’s flew by without much in the way of excitement. He became a little more used to Ray’s own particular brand of early morning wake-up calls. He got the hang of getting the...
Peeking his head in through the door, Mustang took in the sight of the small reception area outside the Principal’s Office with all the caution of someone who’d just accidentally stumbled into a tiger enclosure with a ribeye taped to their face. “Uh … hi, I’m Mustang Peyton?” he said,...
“Byron?!” said Mustang, the mere act of saying his name sounding as though it left a bad taste in his mouth. “Are you serious?!” “I’m afraid so,” replied Ray, still not relishing the fact it had fallen to him to deliver the news as he plonked his weary body down...
After booking his ticket to Seminole, the next few days wound up passing in something of a blur for Mustang. Understandably, there was the initial delight in the hours immediately following the successfully struck 3-wood which had sealed his position as Dallas’s alternate, with calling Travis to tell him the...
Feeling the need to step in once more, Ray spoke up. “Meaning what exactly?” he asked, his tone now firming as he began to grow tired of people speaking in riddles. “Well, it’s like this,” explained Dallas, now taking to looking at Ray, as he could sense his frustration. “Right...