<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/darcy.jpg)</div><strong>Tyler at Brighton Pier sucking on his nuts</strong><br/><br/>Finally, Saturday 19th May 1888 came when the Major with Cooper went to Brighton to visit some sort of men only gathering and with hope to meet with the lovely Rowena. They would spend the weekend there. Tyler thought this to be more than acceptable as he was due to meet the lady on the morn of Sunday.<br/><br/>Upon arriving in Brighton, the Major booked himself into a private suite on the top floor of one of the leading hotels in Brighton and purchased an extra room for his companion Cooper, a few doors down from his. Unlike Cooper, who retired for the night, the Major, went out to explore the many offerings that a soldier of his standing could find. He could not help but notice that he was being followed, yet again by the man with a goatee beard who was accompanied once again by the willowy red hair women. However, when he finally plucked up the courage to confront them, they had vanished into the night.<br/><br/>In the morning he awoke from his turbulented night. Tyler dressed in his smartest suit; he left the room and headed out into the morning sun. He had only missed Cooper by a few minutes. It did not take him long to reach the pier. It was nine o’clock so he took a seat on a bench and watched the waves come in. He had only been to Brighton twice in his lifetime.<br/><br/>While he watched the waves come and go, a man, who introduced himself as Mr P. Papula, offered him a bag of nuts and a warm refreshing brewage, the scent of which seemed very familiar and reminded the Major of his time on the boats.<br/>