"Arrr, a fearsome scallywag's strike on the Turkish sky ship makers! Four souls gone, fourteen left hobblin’!"
2024-10-23
Arrr, matey! Four souls be sent to Davy Jones’ locker and fourteen more be sportin’ ouchies! The spyglass caught a duo o’ scallywags—one lad and one lass—with their bulgin' backpacks and iron sticks, while a poor landlubber lay flat as a flounder on the cobblestones!
Ahoy, matey! Gather 'round the ol' ship's wheel, fer I be havin' a tale of woe and mischief fit for the high seas! In a most unfortunate squabble, four souls met their untimely fate whilst a hearty 14 were left to nurse their bruises and aches. Aye, the scallywags who caused this ruckus be none other than a dastardly duo—a lad and a lass, armed to the teeth with backpacks bulgin' like treasure chests and rifles more menacin' than a kraken at dawn!