Three landlubbers met their fate at the hands of a scurvy gang in Haiti, yarr mateys!
2024-05-24
Arrr mateys, aye be tellin' ye, them scurvy dogs from Haiti be strikin' again! Three souls, includin' two landlubbers from the Americas, be sent to Davy Jones' locker in Port-au-Prince. Shiver me timbers, the seas be treacherous indeed!
Arrr mateys, listen up ye scallywags! The latest scuffle with the Haitian gangs be a bloody affair, leavin' three poor souls, includin' two fine Americans, dead in the streets o' Port-au-Prince. The pirates be causin' chaos and mayhem wherever they go, with their cutlasses and pistols at the ready.Ye best be keepin' a weather eye on the horizon if ye be sailin' in them waters, for the gangs be ruthless and show no mercy to anyone who crosses 'em. The poor souls who met their end in this latest skirmish be but the latest victims in a long line o' casualties at the hands o' these lawless marauders.
So me hearties, be on yer guard and keep a keen lookout for any signs of trouble. For the pirates o' Haiti be a force to be reckoned with, and they show no quarter to those who dare to stand in their way. May the winds be at yer back and yer sails be strong, for the seas be a treacherous place when the gangs be on the prowl. Yo ho ho and a bottle o' rum!