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| - (Many years later) Sailors: I'll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue And it's hey to the starboard, heave-ho Look out, lad, a mermaid be waiting for you In mysterious fathoms below Eric: Isn't this great? The salty sea air, the wind blowing in your face. Aaah, the perfect day to be at sea! Grimsby: (leaning over the side with a sickly look,) Oh yes . . . delightful . . . . (With a groan, he leaned over the side again) (As he was dealing with his business, Eric had to gone to aid of a sailor who was tightening some ropes.) Eric: King Triton? Sailor #1: Tell it to 'im straight men!
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| - (Many years later) Sailors: I'll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue And it's hey to the starboard, heave-ho Look out, lad, a mermaid be waiting for you In mysterious fathoms below Eric: Isn't this great? The salty sea air, the wind blowing in your face. Aaah, the perfect day to be at sea! Grimsby: (leaning over the side with a sickly look,) Oh yes . . . delightful . . . . (With a groan, he leaned over the side again) (As he was dealing with his business, Eric had to gone to aid of a sailor who was tightening some ropes.) Sailor #1: A fine strong wind and a following sea. King Triton must be in a friendly-type mood. Eric: King Triton? (The sailor looked in disbelief at Eric and gave out a hearty laugh before explaining) Sailor #1: Why ruler of the merpeople lad, thought every good sailor knew about him. (The sailor then pointed upwards and looked at his companions and called out to them) Sailor #1: Tell it to 'im straight men! Sailors: I'll sing you a song of the king of the sea, and it's hey to the starboard, heave ho. The ruler of all of the ocean is he, in mysterious fathoms below! Fathoms below, below From whence wayward westerlies blow Where Triton is king and his merpeople sing In mysterious fathoms below Grimsby: Hmph! Merpeople, where do you folks come with this nautical nonsense? Sailor #1: But it ain't nonsense it's the truth, There lies a whole world of merpeople under the sea. Sailor #2: (using a mop as a makeshift beard) King Triton's their ruler. Sailor #3: (jumped down from the mast and whispered in Grimsby's ear) He's got seven fair daughters. Old Man: And a witch of an enemy named Ursula. Eric: (looked at the sailor who said "Ursula") Ursula? Old Man: (grinned with a bulging eye as he was throwing today's catch into a barrel, and as he was holding a fish) Evil, and ugly, and hungry for power, King Triton he banished her off and exile. And there she lives now, just buying a time... Fathoms below in the ocean, lives Ursula, witch of the sea! She plots, and she schemes, and she wickedly dreams, of the day that she'll return once more. Return to rule the ocean floor! Sailors: She wants to be queen of the bottomless blue, and it's hey to the starboard heave ho! So Triton beware, 'cause a biggun's a brewin', in mysterious fathoms below!
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