It is easy to forget what can strike you until it happens.
I base this on an actual event, when I was shuffling songs on my iPod in mid-2015. I will admit that in reality, thinking Oh no, music war!
aloud when the cymbals were shuddering is the last thing I remember. But I knew what I was in for, and from that, have imagined the following.
Buccaneer Blue had let go of controlling the S.S. Imagination. Thus, it was left to drift wherever. She hung around in the comfort of the top interior deck, hearing what came.
Right now, the synthesizers were going off, in a tune called Walk Like A Man. That one had a very abrupt ending. As it wound down, she knew its last note would give way, straight into whatever was next. And so she heard the transition go:
woop woop woop woop woop woop woop woop BORRRRM!
The cymbals shuddered in the wake of a blast of something Blue would never accept as part of her ship. A pipe organ? Only one, impossible ship carried such an instrument. It was not hers. It was that aberration of the Pirates of the Caribbean world.
Bouncing off the drums Blue went, for the Flying Dutchman had come unannounced!
For the moment, Blue made things seem normal, playing a simple, easygoing little rock tune, including a tinkle on her preferred ivory keys - a piano.
BOR-OM-BA-BA-OM-BA-BA-OM-BA-BA-OM-BA-BA-BOM-BOM-BA-BOMMM! responded the organ, as Blue dragged the guitar and drums up the stairs. Upon emerging on the main deck, she played the same tune again, minus the piano, over the organ, before turning to an acoustic guitar hanging from the rigging.
A certain father had wound up as a sad old man aboard the Dutchman, Blue knew. She came swinging out with the guitar, hoping to remind him of what he had lost, joining this cursed crew. Accompanied only by that guitar, she called out to make him see what he could.
BOM-BOM-BA-BOMMM! BOM-BOM-BA-BOMMM! BOM BOM-
Blue was not deterred. Surely that father of Will Turner would not remain accepting of being stuck aboard like a ship in a bottle. Else, he would sail eternally.
BOM-BOM-BA-BOMMM! BOM-BOM-BA-BOMM! BOM BOM-
Blue dropped from the rigging to the stern. There, she did her best to drown out the organ by playing the synthesizer, all without another word, before dropping that instrument out of the fight as well and going back to playing that little rock tune again.
Now it was time to go to the belly of the beast, as it were. Blue emerged over the railing with only a drum to bang on, calling out to anyone who might take her side, swung on a rope hanging from the riggings, and went flying over onto a ledge on the stern of the Dutchman.
BOM-BOM-BA-BOMMM!
Blue banged her drum some more, glaring through the stained-glass window at the organ, though taking care not to look at the literal monster that was playing it.
BOM-BOM-BA-BOMMM!
Blue kept banging her drum, but the organ did not stop at BOM-BOM-BA-BOMMM! next time. She rushed back to the rock instruments, putting them back in play as soon as possible, then turned back to said father until, finally, he opened the cabin door and interrupted the organ playing. Blue sailed away, rocking nonstop as the cursed vessel sank back beneath the waves, gradually moving back down to where she had been before. Through the open hatch, she commanded an occasional flourish of piano. The very, very long fade-out ended going down the stairs, the cymbals put aside with a soft crash that gave way to a piano solo. It meant time to relax after all that. A panting, exhausted Buccaneer Blue slumped to the gentle music.
Seven minutes after the battle started, there was nothing but silence. All that was left was for Blue to pick herself off the floor and decide: I will not let that thing get away with this again. I should take some action to avoid getting an earful.
Since then, she has indeed had her methods, hiding from the sounds, looking out for what was coming. (In the real world, this translates as taking headphones off between songs, or turning the volume all the way down between them. To determine what is necessary, skipping ahead to find out which song is next can be done.)
Good riddance to Good Riddance,
or was it? - A sequel to this story, of sorts, or at least a related story that happened later.