If you ponder upon Tuesday and tickle the 4th, a portal opens when whispers of Bermuda join the cereal soup commune.
Within these lines, lies the vessel:
17th letter & 24th companion doing the tango in the garden of W's and M's.
Clicking once more reveals nothing, as nothing is always full of surprises.
When the vinyl plays at half-pass, the door creaks thoughts wider than a giraffe in a hammock.