Avast! Scorchin' sun's settin' sail fer the Central and Eastern seas this week, mateys! Prepare yer sweatbands!
2024-08-26
Arrr, me hearties! This week, ye landlubbers be feelin’ like ye be roastin’ in a cauldron, with the heat and humidity strikin' as fierce as a cannonball! Aye, it might just feel like 115 degrees in these here parts! Keep yer grog cool, or ye'll be walkin’ the plank!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn o' the scaldin' summer days upon the horizon! Word from the crystal ball—what the landlubbers call forecasters—be tellin’ us that the heat be risin’ like a ship's sails in a tempest! Aye, in some parts o’ the wide blue sea, it could feel like a blisterin’ 115 degrees Fahrenheit! Blimey!