Arrr, matey! Fifty million mods sailed in since Patch 7, with 10,000 scallywags dubbing Withers "Bone Daddy"! Haaar!
2024-10-30
Arrr, matey! Though the scallywag may be as cold as Davy Jones’ locker, he be still kickin’ it in the great beyond! Aye, dead as a parrot that’s had its last squawk, he be! So hoist a tankard fer the departed, ’cause he ain't comin' back, savvy?
Arrr, gather 'round ye scallywags and lend me yer ears, fer I've a tale most curious to spin! There be a matey, a foul wind blowin’ through his sails, who found himself riding the ghostly tide to Davy Jones' locker. Aye, he shuffled off this mortal coil, leavin’ behind naught but his ol’ tricorn hat and a parrot who squawked, “He’s still dead though!”Now, ye might think the lad be takin' a wee nap, but nay! The poor soul be as lifeless as a barnacle on a sunken ship. His crew, bless their hearts, gathered ‘round with rum in hand, raisin’ a toast to their dearly departed. With laughter and jests, they declared, “Aye, he be dead as a doornail, but let’s not dwell on the grave matter!”
And so, they laid him to rest beneath the waves, where the fishies danced and the seaweed swayed. “He’s still dead though!” the parrot cawed again, as if to remind the crew that no amount of grog could bring their matey back from the watery abyss. But fear not, for his spirit be livin' on in their hearts, and in every raucous shanty sung under the moonlight.
So, me hearties, when ye find yerselves in a pickle, remember: death be but a jest, and as long as we laugh, our dead mates be forever part of the crew! Aye!