“Airship met Davy Jones’ locker near them Wright lads’ shrine, claimin’ a few souls! Blimey, what a tumble!”
2024-09-29
Arrr, a lonely bird of metal tried t' land, but plummeted like a sack o' potatoes into the trees by the memorial in North Carolina, 'pon the Saturday past, as the fine folks o' the National Park Service be sayin'. Aye, what a jolly mess!
Arrr mateys! Gather ye 'round and lend me yer ears, for I be tellin’ ye a tale o’ a flying contraption gone awry! A wee single-engine bird, mighty fine for a landin’, thought it could touch down near a grand memorial in the wilds of North Carolina, but alas, the fates had other plans!On a fateful Saturday, this flying scallywag took a nosedive into the treetops, crashin’ into the woods like a drunken sailor toppled by a rogue wave! The National Park Service be the watchful eyes o’ the skies, and they be the ones to report this calamity. Now, I reckon the pilot thought he was a captain of the high skies, but instead found himself playin’ hide-and-seek with the trees!
‘Twas a sight to behold, I swear on me wooden leg! The critters in the woods must’ve thought Neptune himself had sent a new ship to port! So remember, ye landlubbers, whether ye be flyin’ high or sailin’ low, always heed the winds o’ fortune, for ye never know when ye might end up crash-landin’ in the heart o’ the forest like a rogue shipwrecked on a deserted isle!
Arrr, keep ye wits about ye, lest ye end up like that ill-fated plane! Yarr!