Popeye The Sailor Man Novels & Stories

My heart starts to beat a little faster with anticipation. The new pope is an imposing figure, especially for a human and reminds me of a viking warrior. He’s damn near as tall as I am, with long dark brown hair, a long beard styled into two braids, and hazel eyes. He stands out like a sore thumb next to the other Templars with their neatly clipped hair and cleanly shaved faces. “My name is Pope Clement,” he says in a deep, melodious voice. “Good for you,” I say. “Are you enjoying my hospitality?”

I thought I had lost him forever, but he fought to come back to me. “I’m so glad to have you back,” I said smiling through my tears. “I missed your beautiful face,” he said, wiping away my tears. I leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips. I missed his lips. Weeks went by before I was able to just see him look back at me in the hospital. He worked hard to be released, having been on a breathing machine. He was determined. “I missed yours too.” Samuel and Poppie entered with a huge selection of food he ordered from Calumet Fisheries. He made sure to cover every possible want from fish chips, frog legs, catfish nuggets, stuffed shrimp and a plethora of other items.

Kesari was in his struggling period again. ‘Great…! This one is the highest order we have received till today.’ Bali proudly looked in the east direction to observe the rising Sun. ‘Yes Sir...!’, The manager folded his hands. ‘From which planet we received the same?’ ‘Sir…! The order is from the Saturn.’ ‘The Saturn.’, Bali sat, put his hand on the table, and rotated his first finger on the juice cup, ‘The Saturn’, he closed his eyes and murmured, “Ravan”