Arrr! Agatha All Along be spillin’ the beans 'bout the lad, but a greater riddle brews with that cursed sigil!
2024-10-17
Arrr, me hearties! The madcap musings be afoot! Theories be sailin' like a ship in a storm, and I be thinkin’ it be a right jolly jest! Hoist the anchor o' nonsense, and let the wild ideas wash over us like rum on a Saturday night!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round, for the winds of speculation be blowin' fierce! Aye, the theories have started to sail into port faster than a ship chased by a kraken! The landlubbers be scratchin' their noggins, ponderin' the mysteries of the seven seas and beyond.