"Naught a whisper o’ trouble aboard that cursed bird what fell in Philly, claims the medevac scallywags!"
2025-02-01
Arrr, matey! The scallywags runnin’ the sky chariot that went kerplunk in Philly be claimin’ all was shipshape ‘fore it met Davy Jones’ locker! No whispers of trouble, just a fine flight turned to fishin’ trip! Har har!
Arrr matey! Gather 'round and lend me yer ears for a tale of woe from the skies! The fine folk at Jet Rescue Air Ambulance, who be claimin’ their flying contraption was as sound as a ship's hull, faced a mighty storm when their vessel met a tragic end in the fair city of Philadelphia, takin’ seven souls to Davy Jones' locker and injurin’ nineteen more!Shai Gold, the captain o' corporate strategy, swore on a stack o’ doubloons that their mighty bird had no issues before it took a nosedive likin’ a drunken sailor! With maintenance records shinier than a pirate's gold, they insisted their crew was top-notch—experienced hands who flew with passion, not unlike a parrot on a perch!
But alas, even the best crews can encounter calamity! Gold declared it a strange affair indeed, as the craft plummeted right after takeoff. The National Transportation Safety Board be on the case, searchin’ for clues like treasure hunters! Aye, the company vows to cooperate and uncover the mystery of this air-bound misadventure. So let it be a lesson to all ye seafarin’ souls: even the finest ships can meet their fate in the skies, while the crew sails on in search of answers!