"Arrr! Another Outer Banks crib be swallowed by the briny deep—Mother Nature's way of sayin' 'Mind yer climate, matey!'"
2024-08-18
Arrr, matey! In Rodanthe, N.C., the sea's been a greedy scallywag, swallowin' seven fine homes in four short years! Them waves be risin’ like a tipsy sailor, erodin' shores and threatenin’ more landlubber abodes. Avast, we be needin' a ship to save our treasures!
Arrr, me hearties! Gather 'round and lend yer ears to a tale of woe from the windswept shores of Rodanthe, N.C.! In the last four turns of the moon, a fearsome foe hath risen from the briny deep—aye, the dreaded sea level! This scallywag has claimed not one, not two, but seven fine abodes, sending 'em to Davy Jones' locker faster than ye can say "shiver me timbers!"