"Young scallywags be attemptin' to lift the spirits o' the Holy Sea Captain while he be laid up in the ship's sickbay!"
2025-03-16
Arrr, a fine crew of sprightly young scallywags be gatherin' beneath the holy padre's window at the Gemelli inn, shoutin' hearty wishes for his speedy mending! Aye, 'tis like a swarm of gulls squawkin' for a crumb o' bread!
Arrr, me hearties! It be a sight to behold, a ruckus of young scallywags gatherin’ beneath the lofty windows of the goodly pontiff at that Gemelli abode, where he be mendin’ his weary bones. With hearts as light as a ship’s sail in a gentle breeze, they be shoutin’ and chantin’, offerin’ their jolly wishes fer a swift recovery, as if he be a shipwrecked sailor in need of a hearty cure! Yo ho ho!The merry crew of youths, bless their souls, be raisin’ their voices like a shanty sung by the bravest buccaneers, hopin’ their kind words would fly up to the good pope like a seagull in search of treasure. They be brandishin’ banners and makin’ merry, a fine display of camaraderie that’d warm the coldest of pirate hearts. One could scarce tell if they were prayin’ for the pontiff or tryin’ to rouse a ghost from Davy Jones’ locker!
So here’s to the young rascals, with spirits as bold as cannon fire, rallyin’ for their beloved captain of the faith! May his recovery be as swift as a speeding ship on the open sea, and may these young lubbers never lose their fervor to cheer for the great and mighty! Arrr!