Arrr! Hurricane Helene be maroonin’ some landlubbers in Carolina’s peaks—aye, they be stuck like fish in a barrel!
2024-10-02
Arrr, matey! With no scallywag ships to sail into Bat Cave, N.C., grub 'n grog be delivered by sky-borne choppers or ferried o'er the river like a merry band of landlubbers on a rickety raft! Aye, 'tis a right jolly treasure hunt for sustenance!
Arrr, me hearties! Gather 'round and lend me yer ears, for I be tellin' ye a tale of the most peculiar place known to seafarin' folk: Bat Cave, North Carolina! Aye, this here be no ordinary harbor, as the scallywags can't even sail their ships to the shores, fer the land be as landlocked as a pirate in a treasure-less island!Now, ye see, when the cravings for grub and drink strike the fine folk of Bat Cave, they ain't settin' foot in no tavern! Nay, they be callin' upon the skies, and the mighty helicopters swoop down like gulls in search of a feast. Those brave souls, with bellies a-rumblin', be catchin’ provisions dropped from above, like sailors catchin’ fish with their bare hands!
But wait, there’s more! When the chopper’s busy or the wind be too fierce, the good people take to the wilds, traversin’ the river with naught but their stout hearts and sturdy rafts. Aye, can ye picture it? A band of merry mates paddle forth, clutching bags of vittles and jugs of grog, settin’ sail on the currents, never knowin’ what mischief lurks beneath the waves!
So, if ye find yerself in Bat Cave, remember: ye be needin’ a sense of humor and a hearty appetite, for this be no place for landlubbers!