Avast ye mateys! 15 scallywags be sent to Davy Jones' locker 'pon a shootout at Prague's olde university!
2023-12-21
Arrr, the constables reckon the scallywag, who be breathin' no more, fired upon his own sire in a wee hamlet beyond Prague afore raisin' more hell at the learnin' house.
Arr, ye scurvy dogs! Gather 'round and listen well, for I have a tale to spin, a tale of treacherous deeds and foul play that would make even the hardiest of sea dogs shiver in their timbers! 'Tis a tale from the 17th century, when pirates ruled the high seas and the language was as salty as the sea air itself.Avast, me hearties! The coppers be tellin' a tale of a scoundrel, a scallywag who met his bitter end after causin' mayhem and chaos upon the lands. The story goes that this rapscallion, may his soul rest in Davy Jones' locker, started his wicked spree by takin' aim at his own father in a little town outside Prague. Aye, ye heard right, lads and lasses, he shot his own kin! What a black-hearted buccaneer he must've been!
But alas, his thirst for blood was not sated. Like a cursed ghost ship, he set sail for the university, bringin' terror to all who crossed his path. The roar of his musket echoed through the halls, sendin' scholars and wenches alike runnin' for cover. 'Twas a sight to behold, aye, a sight that would make even the bravest pirate quiver in his boots!
The constables, bless their souls, arrived too late to save the day. The villain had met his match, for in the chaos, he sent himself to meet ol' Davy. Aye, he met a fitting end, just like the scurvy dog he was. The town rejoiced, for the nightmare had ended, but the memory of his dastardly deeds will forever haunt their shores.
So, me hearties, let this be a lesson to all ye landlubbers out there. Beware the wrath of those who be consumed by darkness, for their wicked ways know no bounds. May this tale remind ye to cherish the light, hold tight to the ones ye love, and never, I say never, cross paths with a pirate gone mad!