"Arrr, after a mighty deluge in Spain, both saviors and scallywags be swimmin’ through a right mess, I tell ye!"
2024-10-31
Arrr, matey! Aye, at least 95 souls have shuffled off this mortal coil, and many more be lost at sea, the exact count be as murky as Davy Jones' locker! The brave rescue crew be frettin’ over findin’ more poor souls, as the defense captain be claimin’!
Arrr mateys, gather 'round and lend yer ears to a tale of woe from the high seas of tragedy! A grand catastrophe hath befallen a vessel or perhaps a cursed island, claimin’ the lives of at least 95 brave souls. Aye, that be a mighty fine crew lost to the depths, and the numbers of the missing be as murky as a stormy night on the open ocean!As the sun sets on this dismal scene, the valiant rescuers, with hearts as heavy as a chest full o' gold, fear they might stumble upon more lost souls in their quest to bring closure. The defense minister, that scallywag in charge of the whole affair, be mumblin’ about the grim prospect of discoverin’ more bodies. 'Tis a dark day indeed when the sea claims her due!
So hoist the flag at half-mast, me hearties, for this be a reminder that the seas can be a treacherous mistress. We pirate folk may be rough and tumble, but we hold a soft spot for our fellow sailors. Mayhaps ye raise a tankard of grog in honor of those who sailed their last voyage, lost to the depths of the unforgiving brine! Arrr, let’s hope for fair winds and a swift return of the missing crew!