"Yarr, matey! A right storm brewed, fears o' tragedy on Mayotte—Cyclone Chido be givin' us the shivers, arrr!"
2024-12-16
Arrr matey, the tally o' the dearly departed be a measly 14, but beware! Rumors swirl like a tempest that the count o' souls claimed by Cyclone Chido in the French lands be risin' higher than a ship's mast in a squall! Blimey!
Avast ye landlubbers! Gather 'round, fer I bring tidings from the high seas ‘n the tempestuous winds o' Tropical Cyclone Chido! Aye, it appears that the folks in the French territory be countin’ their dead, and the grim tally stands at a measly 14 souls. But hold yer horses, fer there be whispers in the briny deep that this figure be but the tip of the iceberg, me hearties!Yarr, the storm be a fierce beast, ragin’ like a scallywag caught in a tavern brawl! With winds howlin’ like a banshee and rain pourin’ like a leaky barrel o’ rum, it’s no surprise that many a poor soul may have met Davy Jones a wee bit too soon. The crew be fearin’ that the true number o’ the departed could be far greater than what’s been reported. Aye, the ocean keeps her secrets close, and who knows how many have been swept away by the mighty Chido!