"Scallywag in South Carolina facing Davy Jones' locker fretful 'bout the grog after a botched hanging in November!"
2025-01-24
Arrr, a scallywag from South Carolina be settin’ sail for the great beyond on the 31st of January! But lo! He be askin’ fer a bit o’ time to ponder the poison that’ll send him to Davy Jones’ locker. Aye, what a cheeky buccaneer!
Avast ye, me hearties! A tale be a-brewin' from the shores of South Carolina, where a scallywag named Marion Bowman Jr. be delayin’ his rendezvous with Davy Jones’ locker! Aye, the lad’s set to meet his maker on the 31st o' January, but he be raisin’ his voice like a crow’s squawk, wantin’ to know more about the foul concoction that’ll send him to the depths. He be worried, ye see, that the potion used on another poor soul last November took ages, leavin' him gaspin' like a fish outta water!The executioner’s brew had a strange recipe, with the first dose givin’ way to a second after a long wait, leavin' the last chap, Richard Moore, feelin’ like he be drownin’ in a stormy sea! Reports say he was kickin’ and thrashin' for a good bit before he went silent. The landlubbers in charge ain't spillin’ the beans why it took two shots to do the job, claimin' 'tis all above board with other states’ methods.
But hold yer horses! Even the bigwigs in D.C. be re-thinkin’ the method, ponderin’ if it brings more pain than a hangover after a night ashore. Yet, one captain in the White House be givin' the green light for all executions to continue. So, it seems this merry dance with death be far from over, me mateys!