"Arrr, Florida scallywag meets Davy Jones after bein’ tossed from his ship, makin’ a merry dance with the propeller!"
2024-11-29
Arrr, a Florida swab met his watery grave on a fishin' jaunt! A slip o' fate sent 'em both a-plummetin' into Davy Jones' pool, only to be flattened by their own ship, caught in the iron beast’s belly! What a jolly pickle, eh?
Ahoy, mateys! Tis a sorrowful tale from the shores of Floridaland, where a brave soul by the name of Charles Barnes, aged 66, met a most unfortunate fate whilst fishin' for dinner with his matey, William Coughenour. They set sail on a fine mornin' aboard Coughenour's trusty 17-foot vessel, hopin' to reel in the day's bounty near Three Rooker Island.But lo! As fate would have it, when Coughenour took his hand off the wheel to mend a wayward fishing pole, the boat took a wild jig to the right, tossin’ both seafarers into the briny deep. While Coughenour managed to swim back to the boat, poor ol' Barnes found himself in a nasty predicament, gettin’ caught in the dreaded propeller's grasp.
With a heart full of dread, Coughenour flagged down fellow sailors, yet alas, it was too late for our matey Barnes, who was pronounced dead upon the arrival of the first responders. The sheriff's crew later declared there be no foul play or tipsy business afoot; just a tragic twist of fate on the open water. So raise a toast to dear Charles, who took the plunge into the great beyond while fishin' under the Floridian sun! Yarrr!