When I had nearly recovered, I found my way

When I had nearly recovered, I found my way to the bridge, where Captain Nemo was navigating by organ music. He turned stiffly. "Ça va? The Fourier Transform doesn't always produce

the appropriate harmonies for sea-faring. The music, it must come from here." Captain Nemo tapped his breast and sat at the organ. "It is a living thing, the sea. And I have fallen

into it many times." Captain Nemo played a few songs on the organ for his crew. Then

the submarine waves spread through the deep reaching the Middle-aged Squidman in his lair. Nemo's organ music seemed like a cruel taunt to him. He roused, jetting towards the

Nautilus collecting a sizeable force of mermen on the way. Squidman had thought these kinds of days were over for him since retiring. As they neared it, Nemo's haunting music moved

him to dance, but Squidman danced like he had five left feet. The conscripted sea monkey soldiers didn't disguise their tittering very well. "Behold my aquatic dancing army!" Nemo

exclaimed as he held the flashlight to the the aquarium wall. "No fair, Nemo!" Squidman objected, "the sea monkey army only appears to be dancing." He grabbed the dance trophy and

meant to bang it on the aquarium's glass wall to show how they sea monkeys were responding only to the music's vibrations. But the dance trophy seemed to gain momentum & shattered

the aquarium's glass into 5,495,588.5 pieces. On top of that 30,413 gallons of water plus assorted freshwater fish trying to get out. The dance trophy had been ripped from my hands

and traveled exactly 2.787 kilometers before crashing to the ground in 4.897123 seconds. The 92.77119234727651239101092345 dB sound it made was deafening. How oddly specific.