"Arrr, Europe’s new sea captain be a king with no treasure isle to call home, matey!"
2024-09-20
Arrr, matey! The European Union be swearin' to bolster its sea legs, but gold be tight, duties be tangled, and the new crew be more about fillin' the coffers of arms makers than raisin' a mighty fleet! A fine mess, indeed!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round, fer a tale of the European Union, a gatherin' of nations more tangled than a ship's anchor in a storm! These landlubbers be vowin' to bolster their military might, but lo! Their coffers be emptier than a swab's bowl after a long voyage!With doubloons scarce, the squabble be fierce, as responsibilities overlap like a jolly crew fightin' fer the last bottle of rum. Instead of sendin' brave lads and lasses to swab the decks, it seems their eyes be settin' upon the fine folks who craft the most devilish of weapons. Aye, it be more about fillin’ the pockets of arms manufacturers than raisin’ a proper fleet!
So, what’s a pirate to make of this merry band of bureaucrats? They be chasin’ after shiny cannons and swords like a cat after a laser dot, while their ships be leakier than a sieve! Methinks they’d do better to focus on trainin’ the crew rather than just makin’ deals with the black-hearted merchants of death. Aye, I say, let’s hope they find some gold and common sense before the next storm brews on the horizon!