Better to defy video game caricatures than go to war with the devil himself.
A sort of fictionalized take on my parodying the Dennis DeYoung album Desert Moon.
Buccaneer Blue said to her traditional enemy, I realize now how working with you could be fascinating. . . for a time. I mean, I never hugged you, I am sure I never will, but. . .
It was as if she was smiling, as she contemplated giving Jones all the songs.
Elizabeth, Will, and the rest of the lot were not going anywhere, however.
If Blue was going far enough abroad to not deliver all her songs by mouth or handwriting, she figured she might as well let Jones tell his own tales. She had another album lined up, where she planned to go back to describing him dismissively, but it could wait. She pulled Davy to her, made sure to remember the connections she made - connections of love, of eccentric things, of having capability.
Blue went far backward in time, to an age before almost any known character’s grandmother’s days. What was already then was the romance of Davy Jones and Calypso. Or at least an attempted romance. From here, he would express himself through the years, up to the part where he would have something to say. The best would come last. The outline was set, though a certain amount of revulsion continued to manifest. . .
Blue had long known it best to to work on everything in an album simultaneously, which suggested she should go for something which requires looking at all of the songs, not just whichever is next. Tracks in the parody album were therefore set at points which did not match the track order of the source material.
Because, well, in parodying, you never have to just say Oh, brother, here is how it is.
You can change things.
Blue tried to ignore how much sea stuff was between her foot and the wood which was supposed to be somewhere in the floor as she explained what she hoped the beginning would be like. At a table, she and her traditional enemy began to explain why Calypso did not await him.
The second part of a story had to come. The mutants nodded to indicate the offer of a song about a darling had been taken. Frostily, Mr. Gibbs supervised, knowing his job was to continue. It was like magic for Blue and mutants to cooperate, but magicians have limits.
Blue’s job was to listen, trying to assess whether all was under control. So far, she thought so.
Blue had been hungry for songs about bad relationships before, but no song of the sort had ever called to Jones more than Suspicious. The creature took it before he could even finish getting dressed for the stage. Jack came out and pulled and turned the now-dressed thing, never releasing his grasp, knowing that the creature was not exactly trustworthy.
Songs still surrounded Jones, and next in line was what Blue had chosen to describe him long after his good times. Everyone else disappeared as Ire
was created.
Blue was in a bit of a hurry to the conclusion of her efforts to put her consternation aside, and it was because it was what she was most eager to do. Every cape, every mirror, everything she usually made a show with. . . all happily replaced with colorful sea stuff.
He got to explain how he got his crew, as well as everything else he could hold. His magical tale was concluded, or summarized, while Blue threw all the obsidian and everything else not associated with him into her storage chest. Jack quickly set the stage for Jones to explain his ability to have your head. . . and how he could justify using it.
Elizabeth came around when all light had been shed on what happened to Jones. There were things more beautiful than the sea devil to sing about, everyone agreed.
Blue still had more on her mind. She had gone as far as to see Madame Minuit’s animal in an obscure Styx song, but it did not mean anything - yet.
Like some great amulet, the results of putting Jones to good use were now on display. I appreciate her efforts
was the reaction Blue hoped to get, especially to all the end of the album had to say.
But Jack was still there, ready for what else Dennis DeYoung had done. He got a boat ready, feeling just a bit deprived, and left again.
Now it will be the traditional parody, plus some minor new things. But how will it go over?