He had been testing her in more ways than one. He was testing to see whether her voice had gotten adjustable enough that she could match an oncoming pitch, he was testing whether she was capable of remembering a tune that was thrown at her so rapidly, and he was testing her level of cool under a stressful situation. She lived up to and even surpassed most of his standards he had set out for her. Not only had she been able to sing the banshee wail but she also slightly improved it as he watched the Sea Kings practically tackling each other. And so the skeleton put down the cup of tea lifting his cane to conduct as he joined her in the tune of beserking. The Sea Kings slowly dwindled down one by one, the sea turning a truly garish color where they had died attracting the attention of many smaller fish. Until finally there was only one very tired Sea King remaining.