20,000 Leagues Under the Sea Page #3

Her flame of love blew out

Blow me down and pick me up

She swapped me for a trout

Got a whale of a tale to tell you, lads

A whale of a tale or two

'Bout the flappin' fish

And the girls I've loved

On nights like this with the moon above

A whale of a tale, and it's all true

I swear by my tattoo

There was Typhoon Tessie

Met her on the coast of Java

When we kissed

I bubbled up like molten lava

Then she gave me

The scare of my young life

Blow me down and pick me up

She was the captain's wife

Got a whale of a tale to tell you, lads

A whale of a tale or two

'Bout the flappin' fish

And the girls I've loved

On nights like this with the moon above

A whale of a tale, and it's all true

I swear by my tattoo

There was Harpoon Hannah

Had a face that made you shudder

Lips like fish hooks

And a nose just like a rudder

If I kissed her

And held her tenderly

Held her tenderly

There's no sea monster big enough

To ever frighten me

Got a whale of a tale to tell you, lads

A whale of a tale or two

'Bout the flappin' fish

And the girls I've loved

On nights like this with the moon above

A whale of a tale, and it's all true

I swear by my tattoo

Ahoy! Ship off the starboard bow!

Hard over! Head for that ship!

Boatswain's mate, pipe all

hands to rescue stations.

Aye aye, sir.

All hands to rescue stations!

I'm thinking she went down with all hands.

Poor devils.

Not a living soul left.

What could have caused

such an fearsome explosion?

Black powder and worse.

A whole shipload of the stuff.

What could have set it off, though?

She must have struck something.

Or could it be

that something struck the ship?

What do you mean something struck her?

- You meaning the monster, ain't ya, mate?

- Aye! It might be the monster.

Monster? I've seen more monsters

in my Aunt Gussie's fishbowl

than on this whole cruise.

- Sure, it's the monster!

- It is the monster!

Pipe down on deck!

I must insist, Professor,

that you keep

these fish stories to yourself.

On deck, floating object

off the larboard quarter.

There's the monster!

Drummer boy, beat to general quarters.

Set compressors and prime!

Look alive there!

Get your range and fire. What's the matter?

- She's showing us her heels, sir.

- Well, hit her in the heels. Fire!

Aye aye, sir. Rudder out smartly.

We hit her, sir! She's turning!

She's turning around!

Mr Land, into the longboat with you.

Stand by to lower away.

Professor! Hang on!

Hang on!

Hey, don't leave us! Help!

Help!

Help!

They are disabled. They cannot help.

But they must! Help!

Help!

Help!

Can you see anything, anything at all?

No. Wait till this fog lifts.

I'm getting numb all over.

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