It was a Wurst-Chase scenario.
It was a booby trap.
Sure enough, after sailing for another year, he came to the place the enchantress had spoken of and found a trove of coins and medallions, enough to make him wealthy beyond his wildest dreams.
He brought all of it on board his ship and through storms and turmoil returned home with his prize. The assayor at the dock, however, took one look at all of it and told him it was worthless. Dejected, the young man walked away from his ship, and vowed never again to travel in search of his fortune.
"Sad, is it not?" said a friend of the assayor as he watched the young man shuffle away. "Aye," replied the assayor, "yet another victim of the pyrites of the Caribbean."
I must have left my phone on Airplane mode.
Unfortunately, they got all my dough.
Thus began the Zeus Toot Riots.
It was the booty calls.
I have shot 3 zombies myself so far. Why are they all carrying candy?
Because manslaughter is a crime.
"Living already?"
They weren't big fans of arrrbitration.
An accessory to the crime.
It's a hair-owing experience.
A friend dropped that one on me today.
A lute(loot)
They were chess nuts boasting in an open foyer.
