Arrr! In Birmingham, landlubbers met their doom, four goin' to Davy Jones, dozens more just scratched by the cannonballs!
2024-09-22
Arrr! A band o' scallywags unleashed a hail o' lead upon a merry crew in the bustling taverns, say the landlubber constables. Yet the wretched knaves remain at large, sly as a cat o' nine tails! Avast, what a jolly ruckus it be!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round and lend yer ears to a tale most foul from the bustling shores of a merry entertainment district, where revelers be dancin’ and singin’ like the jolly sea shanties we love! But lo! Trouble brewed as a band o’ scallywags, armed to the teeth, opened fire upon the good folk enjoyin’ their libations and jests. A right ruckus it was, I tell ye!The local constabulary be scratchin’ their heads, searchin’ high and low for the dastardly knaves responsible for this raucous mischief. Aye, they be huntin’ these ne’er-do-wells like a hungry shark sniffin’ out a shipwreck! Meanwhile, the good townsfolk be quakin’ in their boots, wonderin’ if it be safer to sip rum at home rather than risk catchin’ a stray bullet whilst laughin’ at a jest.
So, if ye find yerself in such a rowdy place, keep yer wits about ye, and remember: not all that glitters be gold, especially when it comes with a side of gunpowder! Let’s raise a tankard to the brave souls catchin’ the bad guys, and mayhap keep the pistol-packin’ pirates at bay, aye!