That's putting it mildly. Bodies flew everywhere C Haggee flew threw the air like a comet on fire. Bluto shot straight up like a rocket landing about half-a-mile away. Goons scattered finding themselves floating in the water. Sal was never seen again. Popeye floated to the surface like a cork and held on to a piece of wood that had once been Popeye's shack. Over in the distance he heard a scream "Help I can't swim", and saw first one finger go up, then two. He reached into the water and pulled Olive out sputtering. "I couldn't let you go down with the island, Olive" "But I'm ruined, she said."By the time I pay off all the workman's comp and lawsuits from the goons I'll be penniless" "Don't worry about a thing Olive I've been saving all the royalties on our stories since 1929. I've got a little island called Bermuda that you and I can retire to if you'll have me..." Olive felt that stirring for the one-eyed sailor again as she looked at him blushing "ohhh Popeeye", she said as they floated away on the outbound current.