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Longer than a whale, he can swim anywhere

He can breathe underwater and go flying through the air

And the show of the merrier

Drifts of the deep

Will be ready when it's deep

For favor of Atlantis is the prince of the deep

Just outside the fabled city of Atlantis,

an Atlantean guard makes a startling discovery.

The sacred trident, it's gone.

And at that moment in the royal council chamber?

I tell you, Lord Vashti has some nefarious scheme in play.

I cannot believe our Grand Vizier would shock his duty.

Prince Namor returns today from his inspection

of the realm.

We shall let our monarch be the judge.

Your monarch has returned.

What problem requires my judgment

that Lord Vashti could not deal with?

Sire, it is about Lord Vashti.

Why is he not here?

Speak.

I command you.

Is he ill?

The worse, Sire, he has betrayed your trust

and forsaken Atlantis.

Impossible.

What proof have you of his desertion of duty?

Sire, the sacred trident of Neptune.

It has been stolen.

It cannot be.

Only myself and Lord Vashti

may presume to touch the trident.

There is your proof, Sire.

I will not believe Lord Vashti is capable

of such treachery until I hear it from his own lips.

I order every corner of Atlantis to be searched

until Vashti and the trident are found.

And while the royal guards

conduct a door-to-door search of Atlantis,

Namor and the Lady Dorma seek a clue

in Vashti's own quarters.

Something is strangely amiss, Dorma.

Vashti is too loyal a subject and friend forsake me.

Unless, perhaps, his mind is gone?

After all, he is an old man.

Nonsense, he's as sane as--

My prince, look!

What a beautiful stone.

A white amethyst.

But these are only to be found

in the Forbidden Caverns many leagues away.

Could it be a sign, a key to his disappearance?

Yes, or it might also be a trap.

But I must take that risk

and go to the dreaded caverns

for if Vashti is in danger, only I can save him.

And if he is indeed mad,

then I must help him who has been my trusted friend.

Let me go with you.

No, my lady, you must stay.

For if this is some villainous plot,

I will need someone here to keep a vigil.

I shall be thine eyes and ears, my prince,

until you are safe return.

And as the mighty Submariner sets out

for the Forbidden Caverns,

a growing suspicion of impending disaster fills his heart.

A suspicion that is well-founded,

or in his lair, the barbarian plunderer Atuma

watches Namor's departure with fiendish exaltation.

Swim, accursed Submariner, swim to your doom.

None can survive the carnivorous sea forest.

And should you reach your goal,

you will find the man-monster of the caverns

waiting to escort you to the bottomless pit of perdition.

The Seven Seas will be rid of Prince Namor forever.

And now, my renegade rabble,

I hold the sacred trident of Neptune.

Prepare to attack and invade.

For now not shall stand between me

and the throne of Atlantis.

Unaware that he is a pawn in Atuma's deadly game,

Prince Namor pursues his crest of fasty

with the speed of a tiger shark.

The waters darken as it puts some malevolent peril.

The carnivorous sea forest

would be folly to chance this menace.

Too late, the Gellan Prince realizes the danger.

And as the lethal finds entwine him in their deadly embrace,

not far away in the forbidden caverns,

the luckless Fashti faces the fearsome man-monster.

I am being held prisoner for the diabolical purpose

of luring my monarch to his doom.

I must escape and warn my Prince.

But how?

Behind me yawns the bottomless pit of perdition

and before me the man-monster bars my way.

I know it is hopeless,

but for the sake of Atlantis and my Prince, I must try.

And as the brave Fashti prophesied?

Keep firing, they must surrender soon

or the city will fall about them in ruins.

And within the doomed city,

the council desperately flounders without its leader.

We must retreat, evacuate the city or our people

be slaughtered.

We cannot permit such thoughts.

We can only do what our monarch would have us do,

defend Atlantis to the end.

Aye.

And as Atlantis prepares to fight for its very life,

its monarch fights for his.

A giant man-eating clam.

Caught between two deadly menaces,

how can Prince Namor hope to escape his oncoming fate?

As the tendrils tighten their death lock on Prince Namor,

a tumor's army tightens its death lock on the battered city.

And the royal council faces a grim decision.

Our defense has been unable to stem the advance

and a tumor's forces are at our very door.

Nonetheless, we must fight on.

The time has come to face the reality

that our monarch has fallen

and we cannot allow Atlantis to be destroyed.

We must capitulate to a tumor.

I beseech thee to wait.

Wait for what?

Annihilation?

How say the others?

Sadly, we must concur.

Then, let us raise the flag of surrender.

Cease firing.

At last, my day of reckoning has come.

Atlantis has surrendered.

The Prince of the Blood never surrenders.

Though I am strangled by these treacherous tendrils

and easy prey for this monstrous man-eating clam,

yet will I resist to my dying breath

the creature's jaws open to indulge me.

Once again do I prove myself

the strongest being beneath the sea

and everything that lives within this realm.

Atlantis may well be in danger without a leader,

but the vast he lives, I shall find him.

Determined to save his friend, Namor swims on,

unaware of the fate of Atlantis.

How long have I awaited this hour,

this sweet taste of victory.

Only one thing was my triumph,

that I did not vanquish the hate and southerner

with my own hands.

Yet, surely he is dead by now.

Nay, underling, call me Emperor.

Emperor of all the Seven Seas.

And someday soon, the surface will as well.

Now speak, but wishy of the Royal Prince.

The city is under complete occupation as you ordered.

Good, if anyone dares to leave, show them no mercy.

But there is one who dares, the Lady Dorma.

Better to risk my life than to forsake my prince.

I must find him.

Who goes there?

If I am discovered, all is lost.

Speak, or answer to my blast gun.

I must try to distract him, it is my only chance.

The roost works, and within minutes,

the Lady Dorma is on her way to find her prince.

At last, I am away from the danger zone,

but I cannot gamble with my freedom.

I must head for the jungle-like sea groves,

for though the way be longer, they will conceal me.

Yet, I must not falter,

for only my prince can save Atlantis now.

I am caught in the prank bar of doom!

Not knowing Dorma's fate,

name all races to the rescue of Lord Vashti,

who at that moment is regaining consciousness.

My head, what fallacy led me to believe

I could pit my feeble strength against the man-monster?

He blocks the entrance, but I must try to escape again,

though it mean my life, and say the beast doses.

Only inches from my goal.

The pit.

Vashti, hang on.

Strong you may be, but you are no match

for the lord of the seven seas.

I have you.

Ah, my prince, you've saved the world.

For your life, I would gladly have given for you.

I know well your fidelity, my trusted friend,

but who is behind your abduction?

A tumor, he has stolen the sacred trident,

and knowing you would seek me, plans to take over Atlantis.

We must return with all speed to thwart

a tumor's evil plot, and vindicate your honor.

And while Lady Dorma is slowly drawn down

to a terrifying end in the relentless sand,

Namor and Vashti speed toward Atlantis, unaware that it too

has met its doom.

I, a tumor, am undisputed monarch of all Atlantis,

and as for Namor's cowardly royal council,

you shall be clapped in irons until I decide

the method of your execution, for all who served

in late Submariner must be destroyed.

Emperor, Lady Dorma has fled Atlantis.

She was allowed to escape, and shall fall for this, albeit.

She cannot long survive the perilous undersea wilderness.

And even as a tumor speaks, the Lady Dormar sinks

ever deeper into the quagmire of doom.

During Atlantis, Prince Namor's path is suddenly

blocked by a school of fish.

Begone, begun I say, nothing dares far the way

of the mighty Submariner.

I sense they are trying to communicate with me.

We must not delay, noble monarch.

Atlantis is in dire peril.

Wait, I am receiving a message from my citizens

of the sea.

They tell me my Lady Dormar is trapped

in the quagmire of doom.

None can survive that, my Prince.

I must try to save her.

Return to Atlantis at once, Lord Bastry,

and lead the people in my name until I return.

Your word is my command.

As the Lord of the Seven Seas speeds

to the rescue of his love.

I cannot last much longer.

Dormar, I shall save you.

Oh, my Prince, do not risk your life for mine.

Without you, my life is nothing.

Do not struggle, my strength will not fail you.

Oh, my Lady, you are safe.

No one is safe, my Prince, for a tumor has taken Atlantis

and even now sits upon your throne.

My city fallen into the hands of a tumor,

and it follows that I have also sent Lord Bastry

to his death, and as Lord Bastry reaches

the outskirts of Atlantis.

It is strangely still, as though some dread fate

has befallen our city.

Halt in the name of a tumor, Emperor of Atlantis.

No, no, it cannot be.

No?

Well, come along, ancient one,

and you shall have the privilege of paying homage

to our new sovereign.

Only the accursed Sub-Mariner could have rescued you

from the man-monster.

Where is he?

I command you to answer.

I refuse to answer the Usurper of Prince Namor's throne.

Usurper?

I am monarch now, I even hold the sacred trident of Neptune.

That which you have stolen

does not make you a prince of the blood.

Enough.

Know you of the iron idol of infamy.

I do.

Once you are encased in its deadly coffin,

it slowly contracts until its spikes pierce your very soul.

We shall see how long your bravado

lasts against the idol's fatal caress.

Bring the iron idol of infamy from my camp at once.

This will surely loosen Bastry's tongue.

A tumor's soldiers?

What object is that they bring to our city?

It is the iron idol of infamy,

a torture weapon that could only be devised

by a mind as cruel as a tumor's.

But why?

My suspicion is that they have captured Lord Bastry

and hoped that torture will force him

to reveal my whereabouts.

But how can we stop them?

Remain here, my lady.

And no matter what happens, do not show thyself.

Oh, who goes there?

Is I, Prince Namor, the First of Atlantis.

After him.

He is banished before our very eyes.

And as the fearsome idol is brought before a tumor,

a courageous Fashti stands undaunted before his capital.

Bull, by refusing to tell me where the Submariner powers,

you have signed your own death warrant.

I only regret is it the hated Namor is not here

to join you in this final tryst.

I shall join Lord Bastry, but in rightful vengeance.

Ah, my hour of triumph is complete.

The accursed Submariner lives, but not for long.

The tumor is being defeated.

Let us flee, and the Atlantean rise against us.

You shall not escape the wrath of the Submariner.

Enough.

Mercy.

I shall be as merciful as you were treacherous.

I have decided to let my Grand Vizier decide your fate,

for it was he who suffered most at your hands.

No, he will seek revenge.

Nay, not revenge.

Only assurance that you will never more attack Atlantis

before you are banished to the Black Wastelands forever.

This iron bell shall be soldered about thy neck,

and ye shall pass through the streets

so that all may see thy symbol of treachery.

We're still too merciful a sentence.

Perhaps, but to creatures like a tumor,

shameful defeat is worse than death.

Your wisdom is valid, and your honor has been vindicated.

Longer than a wheel, he can swim anywhere

He can breathe underwater and go flying through the air

In the soul of the murderer

Ripped up a stick

So he's ready then he came on

For favor of Atlantis is the prince of the deep