In a Florida cove, Storm Debby be brewin’, makin’ me heart race like a parrot spyin’ a treasure chest! Arrr!
2024-08-05
Arrr, me hearties! The landlubbers on yon northwestern shores thought they could predict ol' Debby’s tantrum, but lo! She swelled into a hurricane 'round Sunday eve! Aye, 'tis been a year since a mightier squall ransacked the place—seems the seas be full o' surprises, like a treasure map with no X!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round, fer I’ve got a tale that’ll tickle yer funny bones! On the wild northwestern shores, where the sea be as tempestuous as a drunken sailor, the good folk thought they’d seen the likes of ol’ Hurricane Debby before. Aye, she be a fierce lass, growin’ in strength like a pirate’s belly after a feast of hardtack and rum come Sunday night!