Always make sure you take the right things seriously.
A sort of fictionalized take on my parodying the Rick Springfield album Working Class Dog.
The Black Pearl Crew sat around, making sure their boots did not have anything that could not be mentioned sticking to them. They had nothing else to do.
Well, maybe they did once they heard the song lyrics Nobody I ever loved ever hurt me like you did.
Not that uncommon something accidentally derails us,
the Crew said. They had avoided the powerful Davy Jones by spending times climbing through vines. The Crew had been living in and tolerating uncertainty, but that one song about the heartbreaker did get their attention.
The lucky crew heard of self-destructivity in Everybody’s Girl. That got a bit more of their attention, and they evaluated the album overall.
Their employer soon bellowed that her choice was made, going down to paddle the S.S. Imagination and giving the crew Working Class Dog. They were confused by some things, particularly the plane in The Light Of Love, but not to the point that they could not tell what the whole song was about. Still, they had things to choose between.
They did not do Love Is Alright Tonite, Jessie’s Girl or Carry Me Away. The viewpoint character of each song had his attention on some relationship of a sort not very relevant to Mr. Gibbs or any character pair in said franchise. But he who should have been lifeless was innocently described in what happened to four of the other songs. Finally, Daddy’s Pearl would be used to give the navy the cold shoulder. Having gotten there, they continued listening to just those five songs.
The beautiful The Light Of Love was on a subject Buccaneer Blue got rather tired of. Thus, it was changed to ask, Are we indeed safe and he can only come ashore once a decade?
With Will and Elizabeth being lovers, they may not have agreed with that, but they kept to themselves and made sure what the employer wanted lasted throughout the employment.
The pirate lifestyle was described in The Black Pearl,
a parody about the sometimes swimming pirate captain Jack avoiding pugnacious authorities. Maybe a letter is missing, maybe (though the song did not say this) there was nothing left of the catch but fish tails, but it meant the pirates were making use of the good meat, the lot of them would have said. Of course, if treasure was just laying there in a cavern, that was all right, too.
In the making was what it seemed like there had been thousands of before - singing about those who had sea creature flesh in their bodies, and not because it had been down their gullets. It’s all give and take, and you just take
left them thinking of what they had spent so much time thinking of before. Never ones to side with those covered in barnacles and tails, they had to think of saving their eyes, too.
They wouldn’t keep their frustration to themselves. They kept hissing for getting rid of what she opposed in some songs, the force that had given Bootstrap Bill that dreadful fate, upon whom the greatest sword available would be drawn across his barnacled sleeve.
Those sea dwellers had come like lightning to ruin the day, an occurrence which Hole Replacing You Heart
had to describe, for it sounded like the process through which Davy got himself and others into a tizzy and sent them all under the sea. A song like this could not be passed over.
What they were doing with Everybody’s Girl was also somewhere a bit ugly. Jack was descriptive of how he and Davy were having their crews fight. But it was not about tuna-faced sailors going after Jack and what that led to. It mentioned what happened with his love long ago, observed the results of it, and noted the Turners going to guide each other and steal a certain key.
Later on, Elizabeth had become a mum, but Henry Turner had only appeared in one parody before, as he seemed much harder to work into a song than Mr. Sea-Thing. Perhaps giving parodying a rest was glorious, considering. But they would surely need more eventually.
The S.S. Imagination is about to make for an album before it even comes out.