In the port town of Victor Harbor, where kegs of beer roll louder than the waves, there lived a rooster who refused to live like the rest. While other birds scratched for scraps, this one strutted the docks in a feathered coat of confidence. He wasn’t built for barnyards, he was born for the sea.The turning point came on one wild night when the town gathered for a cockfight behind the tavern. The challenger was a gnarly old sailor’s bird, scarred from countless brawls. Into the ring stepped our rooster, chest puffed, eyes cool as the tide. He danced, he dodged, he struck. The crowd gasped as the sailor’s bird hit the dirt. With one victorious strut, the rooster plucked the captain’s hat off the sailor’s head, gave a wink to the barmaids, and claimed his new title. He would now be known as Captain Hammercock.Since then, the Captain has been more than a sailor. He's a legend. His beak cuts sharper than a cutlass, his crow can startle ships from anchor, and his charm… well, let’s just say more than a few hearts have been broken in the Bay.Raise your glass and watch your step. From Victor Harbor to the farthest horizon, there is only one name that rules the seas with style, swagger, and a sly grin: Captain Hammercock.

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