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Summer University Draft Program
"Heaven on Earth," no longer an expression, as aye stumbled across ye island of Malta, ye island were me rum has no anchor. Are ye curious about your capt'n and the mysterious island of Malta? Across ye island aye will take you, me seadogs, were we shall lookout for its treasures. Me ship is docked at Marsaxlokk, a village renowned for its fish. Aye demand we board to St. Peter's Pool, a bay with a deep blue reef. Aye have now found another treasure map, one that requires me new crew to venture in the cities of Medina and Valletta and seek the treasures. Across the island, yield Malta's sister islands, Gozo and Comino. We shall bark me boat and engulf the islands, "Harr!!!" We will drink through the nights at the island's heart, soul and flesh. The heart, Paceville, has no boundaries, with a vast array of local bars and discotheques, me hearties, you shall be amused. The soul is found when we take on Sliema, a town which holds the brains during the day, and unleashes tons of rum and the lovely lasses at night. Around the island me mates and aye shall drink on the bays, its flesh, from Ghadira to Golden bay, and up close to Delimara. Me mate oracle loves the arts, and in recognition to the treasure I now possess my crew shall sing and perform like they do at the Eurovision. Aye need to see that me washboard is fit, as you shall battle in different sports. Aye need a burly crew to power me craft! Aye shall see you soon this summer, prepare yourselves as the heat shall sweat your fears and replace 'em with courage. Until then, keep strong. |
