Yarrr! The nobleman be whinin' 'bout ghostly critters cloggin' his domain, but the dev be swift in fixin' it!
2024-05-04
Arrr, the oxen be keelin' over quicker than a rum bottle at a pirate's feast! Those corpses be molderin' faster than me gold doubloons in a card game. Time to bury 'em in Davy Jones' locker before they start stinkin' worse than a scurvy dog's breath!
Arrr mateys, listen up ye scallywags! I've got some news that'll tickle your fancy and leave you chuckling like a drunken sailor. It seems that those pesky ox corpses won't be hangin' around for too much longer, arrr!Ye see, the stench of those foul beasts has been polluting the air for far too long, makin' even the toughest pirate gag in disgust. But fear not me hearties, for it seems that the winds of change are blowin' in our favor. Soon enough, those bloated carcasses will be nothin' but a distant memory, aye!
So break out the rum and let's raise a toast to the end of this foul odor that's been plaguin' our ship. No longer will we have to hold our noses as we sail past those rotting carcasses, for they'll soon be gone like the treasure we plundered last week!
So batten down the hatches and prepare for a sweet-smellin' future me mateys, for the days of the ox corpses are numbered. And may we never have to endure such a putrid smell again, arrr!