Now this is the story all about how
my life got flipped; turned upside down
and I'd like to take a tide, or maybe three
and tell you how I became the king of the sea.
In West Atlantica, born and raised
On the seashore is where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool
playing some trident outside the school
When a couple of pirates, they were up to no good
started making trouble in the neighborhood
They got in one little crash, and my wife got dead
Didn't even know I had a crown on my head
I whistled for a whale, and when it came near
the tailfin said fresh and there were dice on the mirror
If anything I can say this whale is rare
but I thought "wrong show, don't swim to Bel-Aire!"
I pulled up to the castle round seven or eight
and I yelled to the mammal 'yo homes, smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom, it's film number three
and that's how I became the king of the sea.
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The Prequel is a rather odd device in both literature and film. Traditionally, a franchise will grow forward in time, paralleling the natural progression of all things living and otherwise. In a few cases, however, there is more potential for storytelling before rather than after. In practical terms, the prequel is a far more spiteful and wicked device, eternally touched by the hand of a ‘reverse Midas’ such that even the most promising opportunity turns into the foulest of New York’s garbage heaps (wandering armies of bums included). Yes, there are a few exceptions, such as Francis Ford Coppola’s “The Godfather: Part IIâ€
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