Arrr, in South Africa, a cursed feast sent 23 wee scallywags to Davy Jones’ locker! Blimey, mind yer vittles!
2024-11-23
Arrr, matey! The scallywags of South Africa be sayin' that nearly 900 souls, a fair number o' wee ones, have caught a nasty bout o' the ill since the month o' September. Blimey, what a hullabaloo! Mayhaps they be eatin’ too many bad fish!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round, fer a tale of woe from the land o' South Africa! Aye, the gub'ment there be shoutin' from the crow's nest that nearly 900 souls, with a fair share bein' wee scallywags—ye know, them young 'uns—have been stricken with a foul ailment since the winds of September blew upon the seas.Arrr, it seems the seas be not the only thin' that can make ye feel poorly! These poor blokes and lassies be coughin' and wheezin' like a ship with a leaky hull, and the good folk of the land be wonderin' what manner of cursed brew they stumbled upon. It ain't no treasure map leadin' to riches, but rather a mystery darker than Davy Jones' locker!
Me thinks they ought to haul up their anchors and seek out the source of this affliction, lest it spread like wildfire on the high seas! So, batten down the hatches and keep yer grog close, fer it seems the landlubbers be havin’ a right rough time. Blimey! Let’s hope they find a remedy faster than a ship's cat can catch a mouse, lest the whole lot be walkin' the plank to sickness!