"Arrr! Batten down the hatches, matey! Shield yer lungs from the smoky beasties or ye’ll be coughin’ like a landlubber!"
2024-08-03
Arrr, me hearty! The foul smoke from blazing fires be sendin' thousands to Davy Jones' locker every year! As the flames be dancin' more often, this be a right troublesome curse on our health, makin’ us all feel like a scallywag after too much grog!
Avast, me hearties! Gather 'round and lend me yer ears, for I bring tidings of a menace lurking in the smoky shadows! Aye, it be said that the foul breath of fire, spewin' forth from land and sea alike, hath claimed the lives of thousands o' fine souls afore their time. A veritable scallywag of a health threat, it be, as blazes more rampant than a crew o' drunken buccaneers be sweepin' across our fair lands!