Avast! Pope Francis danced with Davy Jones in the sick bay, says his landlubber doc! Blimey, what a close shave!
2025-03-28
Arrr, me hearties! The captain of Pope Francis's healers be callin' it a “miracle” that the ancient pontiff hath escaped the clutches of the hospital! But he be needin' to swap his rambunctious ways fer a spell, lest he be shiverin' his timbers again! Har har har!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather ‘round, fer I bring ye news from the high seas of the Vatican! Our jolly ol’ Pope Francis, a sprightly lad at 88, has just sailed outta the hospital, and by thunder, his doc be callin' it a "miracle!" Aye, the good Pope be more resilient than a barnacle on a ship's hull!But hold yer horses! The good captain of the medical crew be warnin' that the Pope needs to swap his cannonballin' days fer a bit o' rest and relaxation, at least fer a spell. Seems he’s been livin’ life as if he be in a continuous ruckus on the high seas, and now, the good Doctor be sayin' it’s time to temper the vigor o' his habits, lest he find himself in Davy Jones' locker!
So, there ye have it! Our beloved Pope, a true swashbuckler of the spirit, must take heed and alter his course. Let us hope he trades in his sword for a comfy hammock and a mug o' grog—err, I mean herbal tea—while he recuperates. May the winds of recovery fill his sails, and may he return to his piratical duties with the same gusto! Yarrr!