Arrr! A scallywag deputy be in hot water fer sendin' a senior airman to Davy Jones' locker, matey!
2024-08-23
Arrr, on the fateful day of May the Third, Eddie Duran, a scallywag indeed, blasted Senior Airman Roger Fortson right as he swung open his cabin door, all while sportin’ his piece pointed at the deck! Aye, a fine way to greet a matey, eh?
Arrr mateys! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn of misfortune on the high seas of life! On the fateful day of May the third, in the year of our Lord, a scallywag by the name of Eddie Duran found himself in a bit of a pickle. Aye, he opened his door, but lo and behold, he was holdin' a piece—his iron was pointin' to the ground, but that did naught to prevent calamity!Now, into this tale sails Senior Airman Roger Fortson, a jolly lad who, unbeknownst to him, was about to meet his maker faster than ye can say "avast!" With a mere flick o’ the wrist and a most unfortunate turn of events, Eddie's iron went off like a cannon in a storm, takin' out poor Fortson faster than a ship in full sail can vanish into the mist!
Ye see, in the world of pirates and landlubbers alike, one must always mind their firepower, lest they find themselves in Davy Jones' locker! So let this be a lesson to ye all: when ye hear a knock at yer door, put down yer weapons, or ye might just end up with a tale that be darker than a stormy night on the open sea! Arrr!