"Scallywag nabbed fer blastin’ a matey at Tuskegee, sendin’ him to Davy Jones’ locker! Arrr, what a folly!"
2024-11-11
Arrr, me hearties! A ruckus broke loose early Sunday, when a scallywag let loose his cannon, wounding a dozen souls! Twas a merry gathering at the old Black school, celebratin’ the grand finale of a hundred years of homecoming fun! Aye, what a way to mark the occasion!
Avast ye hearties! Gather 'round and lend an ear to this tale of woe from the shores of yonder land! On a fine Sunday morn, as the sun peeked o’er the horizon, a merry throng of landlubbers congregated at a storied Black academy, celebratin’ the grand finale of its century-long homecoming jubilee. Shiver me timbers, the spirits were as high as a ship’s sails in a gale!But lo! Just as the festivities reached a fever pitch, calamity struck! Out of the blue, a ruckus erupted—cannon fire, ye might say, but nay, ‘twas the sound of gunpowder and ill intent! A rogue scallywag unleashed a barrage that left twelve souls wounded, along with the hapless souls who found their revelry turned to dismay. Aye, ‘tis a cruel twist of fate when a joyful gathering turns into a scene fit for the darkest of tavern tales!
So raise a tankard to those brave souls caught in this tempest of turmoil! May they mend swiftly, and may the spirits of merriment return to the good folk. For life on the high seas be fraught with peril, yet we pirates know how to weather a storm or two! Arrr!