In my version of the story
Nemo makes out with aronnax
Below the surface of the oceans
In the uncharted, murky depths
In those lower regions of this world
Where the cruel light reaches not
They kiss and touch, and kiss again
Oh, and then distroy some battle-ships

In captain nemo's study
That red velvet lounge
After those symbolical cigars
They take turns playing that big organ
Wild symphonics that shake the walls

In my version of the story
On that old loveboat "nautilus (t) "
They are cruising happily forever
Oh, and blowing battle-ships to dust