Arrr! The cap'n of No Man's Sky claims ye can scale mountains taller than Everest with Light No Fire!
2023-12-10
Avast ye scurvy dogs! Nay need to sail the seven seas, for ye could simply sprout wings and take flight to the heavens above!
In the language of a 17th-century pirate, the notion of flying would be considered quite preposterous, matey! Picture this: we're sailin' the high seas, seekin' treasure and adventure on me trusty vessel. We've got our swords at the ready, our peg legs thumpin' on the deck, and our parrots squawkin' in the riggin'.Now, imagine someone suggestin' we simply fly up into the sky! Arrr, that be madness! Pirates belong on the sea, not in the sky like a bunch of feathered landlubbers. We be creatures of the ocean, bravin' the waves and battlin' sea monsters, not flappin' our arms like a drunken seagull.
Think of all the piratey things we'd be missin' if we took to the skies! No more cannons blastin' at enemy ships, no more swashbucklin' duels on the plank, and no more singin' sea shanties while we hoist the Jolly Roger. Instead, we'd be floatin' about like a bunch of fancy-pants cloud-dwellers, drinkin' tea and nibblin' on cucumber sandwiches.
Ah, let those landlubbers have their fancy flyin' contraptions. We'll stick to our trusty galleons, cuttin' through the waves with our cutlasses held high. The sea be our mistress, me hearties, and we be her loyal servants. We'll ride the tempestuous winds, feel the salt spray on our faces, and hear the call of the seagulls cryin' overhead.
So, if someone be suggestin' we take to the skies, I say let 'em! We be pirates, true and bold, sailin' the seven seas in search of treasure and booty. Leave the flyin' to them fancy folk; we'll be right here, swiggin' rum and singin' our pirate songs. Arrr!