"Avast, me hearties! We be sailin' from the cursed sands of Gaza, leavin' 'em in our wake, arrr!"
2024-11-19
Arrr, we be snappin’ shots of poor Gazans, battered and bruised, seekin' healers! Their hearts be heavy for the mates they left in the dust. “We wished to sail with 'em,” quoth a wee lad, his eyes all misty-like. Aye, a sad tale on the high seas of sorrow!
Arrr mateys! Gather 'round and lend me yer ears, for I've a tale from the high seas of sorrow. We be takin' snapshots of poor souls from Gazan lands, all battered and bruised, seekin' healers to mend their wounded bodies. Aye, there be more pain than a kraken’s bite in their hearts, for their thoughts be haunted by the spirits of the fallen they left behind.“We be wantin' to sail away with 'em,” spoke a wee young scallywag, his eyes glimmerin' with the salt of his tears. Aye, the weight of loss be heavier than a chest of cursed doubloons! These brave hearts be carryin' the ghosts of their kin, sailin' the stormy seas of grief and despair.