Arrr! A crafty modder turned our wagons and steeds into speedy devils! Now it be a frightful ghost ship, matey!
2024-11-07
Arrr, those wretched steeds be sufferin' mightily! Aye, poor four-legged mates, doomed to gallop 'neath the weight o' our plunderin' ways. Let 'em feast on fine hay and find a jolly port, lest they mutiny and toss us into Davy Jones’ locker! Har har har!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather ‘round and lend yer ears to the woeful tale o’ them poor, poor horses! Aye, those noble steed be the unsung heroes o’ the high seas, yet they be sufferin’ the foulest of fates! Picture this: whilst we pirates be swashin’ our swords and drinkin’ rum, them gallant beasts be tied to the mast, longin’ fer a gallop upon the sandy shores!‘Tis a tragic sight, I tell ye! They be lookin’ at us with them big, sorrowful eyes, as if to say, “Arrr, matey, let us roam free like yer wild hearts!” But nay, we’ve got treasure to plunder and ships to commandeer! So, they prance in place, dreamin’ of fields o’ clover and sunsets, whilst we plot our next escapade with naught but a belly full of grog!