“Blastin’ the wrong port! Sky cannonballs rain down on a weapons den, sendin’ 18 souls to Davy Jones!”
2024-09-09
Arrr! Syria be blamin' Israel fer raisin' a ruckus 'round Masyaf, where they be cookin' up missin' and strange kaboodles! But lo! Israel be keepin' mum, as silent as a treasure map in a sea storm! Avast, the scallywags be playin’ a game of hush-hush!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round, for the seas be buzzin' with news most curious! The landlubbers of Syria be pointin' their fingers at the crafty scallywags of Israel, claimin' they be the ruffians behind recent hullabaloo in Masyaf. Aye, that be a place where the devilish blacksmiths be concoctin' their wicked missiles and strange weapons that’d make even the fiercest Kraken shiver in its tentacles!But hold yer horses! Israel, those sneaky seadogs, be keepin' their lips as tight as a clam in a storm, not utterin' a single word to defend their good name. Methinks they be playin' the silent game of “who can keep their secrets best.” It’s a right merry jest, if ye ask me, watchin' two rival crews tossin’ blame like cannonballs across the turbulent waters!
So here we are, caught in the crossfire of landlubber politics, while the true treasure be hidden beneath the waves. Will the skies above Masyaf be clear again, or shall they remain dark and stormy, filled with whispers of deception and intrigue? Only the winds of fortune know, me hearties! Now raise yer tankards and toast to the great mystery of the high seas and land-bound squabbles alike!