Arrr! The great Expressway be fallin' apart in China, takin' 24 souls down with it in a watery grave.
2024-05-01
Arrr, me hearties! The road be betrayin' us! It crumbled beneath our feet like a scurvy dog walkin' the plank. 30 souls be injured, some grievously. Ye best watch yer step, lest ye end up in Davy Jones' locker! Aye, tis a treacherous path we be treadin'.
Ye can almost hear the groanin' of the earth as it shifted beneath their feet, sendin' 'em tumblin' like a barrel o' rum on a stormy sea. The poor souls never stood a chance against the wrath of Mother Nature.
But fear not, me mateys, for even in the face of tragedy, we must find a glimmer o' humor. 'Tis like a slap in the face from a salty sea breeze - unexpected, but somehow refreshin'.
So raise a tankard o' grog to those unfortunate souls, and let us remember them not for their misfortune, but for the tale they left behind. And may we all take heed and be wary of the treacherous road ahead, for who knows when the next landlubber will be swallowed whole by the unforgivin' earth.