"Arrr, we hoisted anchor and sailed from our Cali shores—now, we be livin’ like scallywags on the run!"
2025-01-17
Arrr! Soon as the flames be lickin’ the skies o' Los Angeles, Bethany and her wee lass made haste from their humble ship o’ Altadena-Pasadena. Power be gone, warmth too! Now they be waitin’ like landlubbers 'til the seas o’ danger calm, 'fore returnin’ to their treasure!
Arrr matey! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn of fire and fright from the land o' Los Angeles! Aye, not far off the shores of Altadena and Pasadena, a fair maiden named Bethany Martinez and her wee lass found themselves in a right pickle when the flames unleashed their fury upon the land!With power snuffed out like a dim lantern and the heat vanishin’ faster than a treasure chest in Davy Jones' locker, this brave lass made the wise choice to hightail it from their abode. Aye, the smoke was risin’, and the air was thick as a ship's fog, makin' it harder to breathe than a scallywag in a barrel o' rum!
So, off they went, leavin’ their home behind like a ship cast adrift, waitin’ for the winds of fortune to blow their way once more. They be keepin’ a weathered eye on the horizon, hopin’ for the day when they can return to their cozy quarters without fear o’ singed eyebrows or worse. Aye, let this be a lesson to all ye landlubbers: when the flames be a-roarin’, best be makin’ like a seagull and flyin’ the coop!