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Faster than a speeding bullet.
More powerful than a locomotive.
Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound.
Look, up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane.
It's Superman.
Yes, it's Superman.
Strange visitor from another planet who came to Earth with powers and abilities
far beyond those of mortal men.
Superman, who can change the course of mighty rivers.
Bend steel in his bare hands.
And who, disguised as Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a great
metropolitan newspaper, fights a never-ending battle for truth, justice,
and the American way.
And now, another exciting episode in The Adventures of Superman.
Thank you.
Come in, blast it.
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
I brought you pie, sir.
Fits me real good, don't it, huh?
What's the matter with you?
Haven't you got any fun in your scurvy?
When you were a kid, didn't you ever want to play pirate?
Perhaps not, sir. Well, I did, and I may do it yet.
I've got some good hands on my crew. Here.
Want to play with the doubloon? Did you ever see a piece of eight?
No, thank you, sir.
Yes, sir. No, sir. No, thank you.
Speak up, scurvy. Be a man.
Tell me you don't like sailing on the Golden Vulture.
I'm sorry, sir.
Sorry.
Not when we're in this close to shore, you ain't.
How far can you swim, Scurvy?
I don't swim at all, sir.
Isn't that too bad?
Well, you can just relax, Scurvy, because nobody's leaving the ship
anyway. And you in particular, not ever.
Shall I bring you some more coffee, sir? Yes, you do that, Scurvy.
And smartly, too.
Fifteen minutes on the dead man's chest.
The seawater got into the bottle and you just can't read any of the writing.
Olsen, can't you be away from this office for even one day without bringing
back a mystery?
Jeepers, that bottle could have been floating around since the days of
Captain Kidd.
Or it could be a note to the milkman.
Well, it must have been printed for a ship. It has S.S. Golden Vulture on it.
But if there was a message, it's long since been washed off.
Jeepers, I couldn't make out anything but a smudge.
Golden Vulture, that's a wild guess. Then I'll prove to you I'm right.
Okay. So you phoned the Maritime Commission and they said there is a ship
called the Golden Vulture.
Exactly.
That only proves Mr. Kent wasn't guessing.
What are you looking so smug about?
I only told Clark and the chief part of it. I didn't tell them the Vulture is
anchored off the coast right now, and I didn't tell them what kind of a ship it
was.
What do you mean?
It's a salvage boat, Jim. It's been down in the Caribbean dragging for sunken
treasure. But the note...
How does that fit in?
That's what we're going to find out about.
There's a mail boat leaving for the Vulture in an hour. Are you game?
I'm as game as the next guy.
I only hope the next guy knows what he's doing.
Come on.
Airboat's coming in, sir.
I got eyes, Mr. Bennett.
All right, Miss Lane? Fine, Jim.
Thanks. Those aren't visitors. They're reporters.
Get the mail boat on the hailer, Mr. Bennett. We'll ship them back.
It's too late, Captain.
Then I guess it's up to me to entertain them.
All right, you men, back to work.
Welcome aboard the Golden Vulture, folks.
Are you the captain?
McBain, Miss. Captain McBain at your service.
I'm Lois Lane, and this is Jimmy Olsen. We're from the Daily Planet.
Mr. Olsen, Miss Lane, it's my pleasure.
Chief, there's a real salvage ship.
That's right, boy.
Come up to my cabin. I'll tell you more about it.
You, mister, get a move on.
Start up that winch.
You blasted idiots. I thought I told you.
Sorry, mate. Oh, that's okay.
But what about my camera?
A shame, that's what it is. But don't you worry, son. The owner will pay for
every penny of it. Now, off you go.
Up I go now, to the left.
Come in, come in, folks. Make yourselves comfortable.
Sit down, sit down, both of you. It'll be an hour before the supply barge can
take you back to shore.
Supply barge, but aren't you docking in a few hours? No time to dock, son. Soon
as we get provision, we're putting out to sea again.
Can the two of you keep a secret?
Sure, Captain.
We're the best secret keepers in town.
Thank you.
Thank
you.
Thank you.
I didn't send for you, Scurvy. Get out of here.
Yes, sir. Of course, sir. I only thought you might like a cup of coffee for the
guests, sir. No, they'll be leaving soon.
Very good, sir.
I'll get rid of this, sir. Get out of here, I told you.
Yes, sir.
Wait a minute, Stuart.
Uh, Jimmy, isn't this, uh, rather an interestingly shaped bottle?
Huh?
Hey, it's the same kind of bottle as before. And this note is written on the
same kind of paper that... Another note, Scurvy?
Up to your old tricks again, Scurvy?
Take me ashore with you.
The captain is crazy.
This ship is... I didn't read it. I don't know what it says.
Not even what it says about the treasure?
And we were having such a good time.
But that's all over now.
Nobody leaves this cabin.
If I don't get home about this time, my mother starts to worry.
Aye, and this time she'll have something to worry about.
Yeah, looks like you're right, Chief.
I checked with the mail boat skipper.
Yeah, they must be out in the vulture now.
Okay, I'll try and find out what they're up to.
I'm sorry, you all right?
Yeah. Can I give you a hand?
Food for the vulture, huh?
What are they eating out there, lead?
Thanks.
Just a minute.
This stuff has come ashore? No.
We're sending it out to the ship.
Sending it out?
You get paid to work, not to talk?
Now send those crates out to the bar.
It's my fault. I'm sorry. By the way, what's in these crates?
Food. Like it says on the sign.
Teaming on the dead man's chest.
Yoo-hoo-hoo-hoo in the ballroom.
and a bottle of rum.
If it's on this man's chest, yo-ho-ho and a
bottle of rum.
Drink and the devil has done for the rest. Would you please stop singing that
song?
Oh, no, there's no reason to get mad at me.
That's the way I look at it.
Who's mad?
Good boy.
Here, have a doubloop.
Oh, goody. Now you can both play pirate.
The owner will be aboard pretty soon, and he'll decide what to do with you.
But I don't like women on ships.
Neither do I.
Of course, come to think of it, I might change my mind.
Yes, it might be best if you were to stay aboard this next trip. I could use
a new steward, a stewardess.
One that doesn't like to write so many notes.
But we didn't read the note.
Captain, we don't know what that man wanted to tell us. We don't know of
anything wrong aboard this ship.
Except it's Captain, maybe, huh?
Sit down!
That's a good boy.
You wouldn't want to make me lose count while I'm putting all this pretty stuff
away now, would you, huh?
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest.
All the rest.
Nate, I don't know who you are, but get me off this ship. They'll kill me this
time. They won't let anybody off.
Take it easy. What kind of a contraption is this? He's crazy, I tell you. He
collects all this old pirate junk just to make things look good, but he uses
it, too. He's even got a pair of thumb screws. I bet he uses them on me next
time. Take it easy, I said.
Keep your eye on that door.
Aye, mate.
How'd you do that?
The chain must have been rusty, I guess.
What did you mean the captain wants to make things look good?
Because a lot more goes on around here, mate, than meets the eye.
Oh, I can figure that.
It isn't the only rusty chain on this ship, either.
Most of the gear is rusty.
And those fancy winches are underwater grappling.
I bet they won't even work.
This is a treasure ship, all right, mate.
But not the kind she's rigged to be. Come on, I'll show you.
This is where they make it. The oven and molds are over there. They melt it down.
You mean the treasure?
They make their own treasure.
This is where the goldsmith works.
They've even got a jeweler served a hitch in prison once.
And
all
the doubloons and antique jewelry are made right here, huh?
Every scrap of it. It's a great racket they got, I tell you. Selling the stuff
to museums is genuine pirate booty.
Winch, that's all.
The supply barge has been alongside for several minutes. That means the bosses
aboard will be pulling anchors soon.
I wouldn't be too sure. Tell me, can you get back where you were without going
down the forward hatch?
Sure, I can go back through the engine room. Good.
That's it.
All in one load.
See you next trip. Mr. Sanders, what about them two reporters?
You allowed them aboard, Mr. McVeigh, so it's up to you.
I'll see that they're reported drowned on a trip ashore.
What's the matter? Don't you even say hello?
What?
How did you get out of here?
Never mind. Tell that barge to shove off the voucher. I will not.
Sailor.
Tell the barge to go on.
I'll be sailing with you.
All right.
Shove off. Sanders orders.
Sanders.
Sanders, of course. I should have known.
Confidence man and jewel thief.
I don't know what you're talking about.
And I don't know what you think you're trying to get away with.
Now, take that gun out of my back.
It's no gun. It's just a finger.
Cut the jokes, huh?
I can tell metal when I feel it.
You ain't got fingers made out of steel, buddy.
Maybe you're right, Mr. Sanders.
However, I got a peek into one of your crates on shore.
What was in there?
Jewels and gold and silver?
Stolen good breath?
You tell me.
Maybe I will.
Let's see.
You're a rather important fence, aren't you?
Unfortunately, a fence can only realize a fraction of the value of stolen.
Isn't that right?
Therefore, you had this ship rigged up to convert it to antique things, like
Spanish treasure, supposedly discovered in the Caribbean.
Yeah, that's right.
Museums and collectors pay more than their full value.
Works out pretty well, too.
We bring gold and silverware to the ship from all over the country.
Look out, kid. No. But we just got loose from the cabin.
He's on the bridge. Cut him off on the port side.
Go on. Leave me alone. Clark, you can't fight the whole ship.
You don't have him.
All right. Take him below.
Captain, don't. You can't. Shut up.
Get that plank out there.
Hurry it up, you lubbert.
Get moving now. March.
No, you're crazy. You've been playing pirates so long you believe in yourself.
I know you have to kill him, but you can't make a man walk the plank.
This is my shit, do you hear? What was good enough for Blackbeard is good
enough for me.
Maybe this will be a lesson to the rest of you swine.
We'll fly the Jolly Roger yet.
You ready, Mr. Kent?
Give my regards to Jamie Jones.
Hurry, Superman. Mr. Kent's drowning.
I know, Jim.
They made him walk the plank.
I saw him. Will you please not worry? Look, I'll show you a trick.
Mr. Kent's down there. They tied his hands behind him. It's been less than a
minute, Jimmy. He'll just have to hold his breath a little longer.
But Superman... He may be dying, don't you understand?
Well, that should hold until I can signal a Coast Guard.
Superman, what's the matter with you?
Here, Jim, you better hold this. Superman, will you please get down there
and save Mr. Kent?
I'll never forgive you if he drowns. All right, all right, I'm going.
But I'm finished here, and I won't be back.
I don't care. Just save Clark.
Oh, sure, Lois.
This little wetbed's all. Why, are you worried?
Well, yes. I mean, Superman waited so long and... Yes?
And you appeared right after he disappeared. Oh, Lois, give me your
hand, will you?
What did you say you were thinking, Lois?
Never mind, Clark.
It couldn't be.
It just couldn't be.
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