Arrrgh, matey, let me spin ye a yarn most grim! I be sailin’ the Seven Memetic Seas, plundering the vast oceans o’ nonsense and treasure, when suddenly—I Dieded.
A kraken? Nay! A mutiny? Nay! ‘Twas not even scurvy that done me in! Nay, ye won’t believe it—I tripped over me own peg leg, fell straight overboard, and the deep abyss swallowed me whole like a landlubber’s first shot o’ rum.
Now I be writin’ this from Davy Jones’ Wi-Fi, where the reception be spookier than the ghost o’ Blackbeard hisself. Even in the afterlife, me fingers type faster than a cannonball shot from the bow—nay, faster than the wind that carries the Jolly Roger itself!
But mark me words, ye scallywags! Though I Dieded, me spirit sails on, forever haunting the taverns, stealing grog from unsuspecting sailors, and whispering terrible pirate puns into the ears o’ those who dare forget the legend of Captain Expirybeard.
Drink up, me hearties. I Dieded. But piracy? Piracy never dies. 🏴☠️
