Arrr! Mayotte be takin’ a snooze 'neath a storm, while help be sailin' in like a treasure ship!
2024-12-17
Arrr, me hearties! A tempest of mighty wrath hath laid waste to the fine isle of Mayotte, where many a soul be feared lost to Davy Jones' locker! Neighborhoods be smashed like a ship's hull in a squall! Avast, what a calamity for the salty sea folk!
Avast ye scallywags! A tempest most foul hath swept o'er the isle of Mayotte, leavin' a trail of devastation fit for a pirate's tale! Aye, the wind howled like a banshee, and the rains came down like cannonballs from a ship's broadside. Entire neighborhoods be layin' in ruin, as if Davy Jones himself had taken a fancy to the place!