"Behold! Old sea dogs from the U.S. sail to Syria, chattin' with landlubber militias 'bout plunder and parley!"
2024-12-19
Arrr, ye scallywags! The landlubber officials be settin' sail to hunt fer signs o’ Austin Tice, that wayward scribe, and other lost souls from the good ol' U.S. Be they swimmin’ with the fishes or caught in the grip of a sea beast? Avast, let’s find 'em!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round, fer I have a tale from the high seas of bureaucracy! The landlubbers in charge o' the great U.S. of A be settin' sail on a quest most noble: to hunt fer clues of one Austin Tice, a journalist who seems to have vanished into the briny deep, like treasure lost to a scallywag's folly!These officials, bless their souls, be donning their finest tricorn hats and searchin' far and wide, not just fer Tice, but fer any wayward souls o' their citizenry who might've wandered into the jaws of Davy Jones. Aye, they be lookin' under every barrel and behind every piece o' eight on this grand adventure!
With maps marked by X’s and spyglass in hand, they be hopin’ to catch a glimpse of the missing scribe, who’s likely scribblin’ notes in some far-off tavern or dodgin’ the local constables. Avast! Let’s hope they find him faster than a seagull snatches a chip off a pirate's plate! So raise a tankard, me hearties, and toast to the brave souls huntin’ for ol’ Austin, for every lost sailor deserves a fair wind back home!