That poisson is mine; do not interfere.

Children, do not listen to that deer

For I am your lord. But answer as I ask:

What is that smoke in which you bask?

Are these filthy little humans disrespecting

This sea I lent them despite their hubris?

Very well, I understand your suffering.

Your pain shall not remain fruitless.

Let my trident hit the seafloor.

Let this trembling free the ocean once more.

Release the waters; flood the sinful land above

And avenge my brethren; I do this out of love.