Having come upon the relationship falling apart, we have found our perfect match.
A sort of fictionalized take on my parodying the Rick Springfield album Tao.
For the first time in almost eight years, things could be furry, a forehead could furrow, and everything was out of having plastic gloss be the only texture option.
At first, the Lego Pirates of the Caribbean video game had been the source of ideas, having served Buccaneer Blue well at the time. But it did not last, and thing after thing from it, she had swore off doing again. The last to go was drawing Lego characters, which she decided there was no further excuse for.
One month, Blue said that, while shuffling songs as a way of getting away from noise, she had gotten Written in Rock, and noticed how that song was reminiscent of a certain bad relationship. Noticing parody fodder took her back beneath the Caribbean palms that calmly swayed in the breeze when she had no other reasons to go there. After all, what better to describe said cursed sailor than a sad love story?
Barbossa searched this album for more fodder. He noticed how much Stranger In The House sounded like Davy Jones being separated from the goddess he loved. It spoke of looking for a place where a blade could be stuck, and asked, What are we thinking?
It was therefore clear that they could make use of another song, and so the album was chosen.
Nothing had really changed except for the drawing style. The previous parodying style, of changing for the sake of it, had gone the way of the pterosaur several years earlier, and since then, finding songs that were already like the things Pirates of the Caribbean featured had been considered the golden way of doing a parody. It continued to be practiced as the Crew saw themselves in Walk Like A Man, reflecting on their own emphasis on walking like that if walking like a crab came up as another possible thing. It was a good choice.
Given how long and slow The Power Of Love was, Buccaneer Blue never used to listen to it. But now she had the Crew. For their benefit, she checked out how much relevance it had to Jack.
It certainly had some name they would recognize written all over it. The name of a barnacle-encrusted, much-feared sea captain - but the song said the battle was not always to the strong, and the same was apparently true when said captain attacked. And wanting to understand this change that may have been due to love finding a way into a soul but turning out to never know what caused said change? The Crew were in awe, and had no need to look somewhere else.
Those who were where things were supposed to be frightening found it all rather hard to buy. A captain whose ocean - he probably thought he owned it - was always sinking some ship for what seemed like unlikely reasons, and that was expressed by working with the sinking ship in Dance This World Away.
That partly demonic crew of the Flying Dutchman was always forming a circle around someone and making off to the Flying Dutchman with more souls for their captain with the whole heart thing. Coincidentally, The Tao Of Heaven could be likened to that, just slightly. So, it was used to peevishly give a description of the Dutchman. Barbossa was the one working the most on this, as he let at least a little aggressive content out almost every time. Here he noted that the enemy had no heart, just a hole.
Blue found that some songs had only occasional things she could use. Such was the case another time working on this album. It was natural for the nose of one of the Crew to be poking into State Of The Heart, but here, the modern time of the songwriting was showing with the line I thought I was immune.
Still, relevance was maintained by the general theme of what was inside the couple and the detail of being at sea. The song would describe the fabled captain who ended up feeling like he was surrounded by torrents and a pit, whom they had been avoiding like the plague, for he was certainly not the type they liked.
There was more than the watch for the devil with the tentacles on the face. A song about celebration of youth? Cha-ching, the Fountain of Youth would fit! Well better than the monster in blue, anyway, who was definitely not a cha-ching then. This called for a clash between pirates, navies, and explorers.
There was always a catch, if a small one, when sustaining a project with parodies. You had to keep writing those. Finishing one album meant finding preferably several more to use. Hence that the S.S. Imagination unfurled its sails and got back out there, looking hard for more fodder.
Songs will have to be skipped for unhelpful content in this next volume.