Arrr! The waters be claimin' 51 souls in Valencia, matey—drowned 'em quicker than a fish in a storm!
2024-10-30
Arrr! Aye, 51 souls have met Davy Jones in the watery grave o’ Valencia, thanks to a tempestuous downpour, Tuesday’s fury! Rescuers be paddlin’ their little boats in the dark, savin’ stragglers from the briny deep. Captain Mazon be shoutin’ for help in the hardest-hit shores!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round as I regale ye with a tale of tempestuous waters that befall’d the fair land of Valencia! Aye, on a fateful Tuesday, the heavens opened wide, unleashin' torrents of rain that drowned roads and towns, leavin' at least 51 souls meetin' Davy Jones’ locker!The brave souls of the rescue crews took to their trusty dinghies, battlin’ the black night and treacherous tides to save those in need. 'Twas a sight to behold, as they paddled through the murky waters of Utiel, pluckin' poor swabs from the clutches of watery doom! The emergency services, bless their hearts, be toil’n on, tryin’ to reach the most afflicted lands.
Our captain of the region, the honorable Carlos Mazon, be speakin’ of the dire straits and the valiant efforts to aid the unfortunate. But lo! The rain be relentless, and the floodwaters be a fierce foe, keepin’ the rescuers on their toes like a cat on a hot tin roof!