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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

Thousands of fathoms beneath the sea

in the fabled kingdom of Atlantis,

Prince Namor I has summoned his royal council.

I have received reports of mysterious rays

which threaten our land.

I know not whether they be good or evil,

but as your monarch, it is my duty

to seek the source of this menace.

I beseech you first to send a learned crew of scientists

to learn of their intent.

It would be cowardice if I were not true to my duty.

Lord Vashti will be in charge until my return.

But sire.

My decision so stands, imperious wrecks.

And so saying the mighty Submariner

hastens to investigate the weird rays

that seep insidiously toward Atlantis.

I sense something alien,

a foreboding rose within my heart.

And as Namor swims on,

calculating eyes from another world follow his every move.

The rays increase in density.

They seem to be coming from that old Spanish galleon.

Strange, there is no object beneath the sea

with which I'm not familiar.

If that galleon strikes no chord within my royal memory,

perhaps invade his luck within.

If that be so, I shall soon drive them back

or none may challenge my kingdom.

Namor is inside of the galleon.

Now Melmo, pull the switch.

With winding speed,

the ship surges to the surface and beyond

into deepest space, while inside.

It was a trap.

I'm being transported, but to where?

And for what dream purpose?

The answer is soon incoming

as the rocket galleon sets down upon a distant planet.

You are expected.

Come with us.

What world is this?

What reason for this madness?

You will know soon enough.

Prince Beltor awaits you.

Attention, Namor, the first of Atlantis.

Who calls my name?

I, Prince Beltor, ruler of Argon.

I too am a sovereign and demand to know

why I have thus been abducted.

Because your kingdom is the seven seas.

And how can that serve your evil purpose?

We are not evil,

but my people are threatened with extinction.

What has this to do with me?

This is my chief scientist, Melmo.

He will explain.

And listen closely, Prince of Atlantis.

This is our story.

Many years ago, a comet passed through Argon,

ripping our planet from its orbit.

Argon was sent into space to become a wandering world.

In passing, the comet had emanated strange rays

which affected the hydrogen ions

so that they would no longer combine

with oxygen to form water.

Only our underground lakes and rivers remained unaffected.

And this supply is nearly gone.

I have perfected a fantastic water absorbing machine

which will soon transport your planet's water to Argon.

I will fight to the death to preserve humanity

from the fate you are planning.

Exactly.

What mean you by that?

That is why you were brought here.

To fight to the death.

Because you are of noble blood,

we give you a chance to defend yourself.

If you succeed, you shall be set free.

And if you fail, the oceans of the Earth are ours.

Enough.

Let the contest begin.

Bring forth the defender of Argon.

A true Prince of the Blood needs no weapon.

I shall fight with my own strength and wits.

He defends himself locally.

Bah, he cannot evade the whirling blades for long.

His shield holds me at bay.

I cannot come to grips with him.

Once a victim is impaled on the defender's spiked shield,

he is doomed.

He can never free himself of the ever-growing pressure.

I draw weaker by the moment.

If I do not free myself of this death lock,

I shall surely perish.

And with me Atlantis, perhaps I can turn his weapons

one against the other.

Ah, I did it.

I am free.

Now we fight on equal terms.

He has disarmed him.

The contest is not yet over.

His great strength will be to no avail

against the defender's fire jets.

Fire.

My one mortal enemy, its heat dries my life blood.

I cannot withstand such scorching flusts.

Is Prince Namor to be a burning sacrifice

for the cause of Atlantis?

I draw weaker by the moment,

but there is one last chance.

No, no, then the Cursets of Marilla

flew through the Wall of Fire.

Those flaming tongues reach every corner.

There is only one way to put them out.

At the speed of a whirlwind,

Namor flies round and round his fall,

creating a vacuum that extinguishes the fires

and leaves his opponent stunned and beaten.

That so-called defender is a disgrace to our gun.

I do not agree, Melmo.

He fought well.

We have but underestimated Namor of Atlantis.

We must kill him, kill him.

Not without honor, remember, Melmo.

This is only the first test.

The others must not fail,

else our gun will become a desert.

Prince Namor, heed me.

The second test will be tomorrow.

Meanwhile, you shall be our guest.

Your hospitality overwhelms me.

First, you must give your word

that you will not attempt to escape.

To do so at forth at your rights to a fair fight,

and you would be put to certain death.

You have my word.

Guards, escort Prince Namor to his chamber.

Left alone, at last, a weary Namor ponders the outcome

of the next day's trial.

I pray Neptune will give me the strength

to pass the next test.

Such a fate as they propose

must never befall my fellow workmen.

What deadly monster is this?

Either my amphibian strength could not save me

if one of those energy bolts hits its mark,

but still am I Namor, the avenging sun,

and still is my speed and cunning superior to any.

Now its energy feeds.

What madness is this?

Its smothering force engulfs me.

Air, air, I must have air.

My strength is ebbing fast.

A deadly tale, none but the true Submariner

would have the power to force the poisoned tale

into the creature's own body.

At last, I can breathe.

Every inanimate object on this world

can become a thing of terror.

Brave Prince, you must help me.

A female?

Who are you?

I am one of a dedicated group.

We have pledged ourselves to seize the crown from Balto.

But he seeks only to save you from a waterless death.

That is not so.

He is a tyrant, and only with your aid

can we accomplish our mission.

Unhand me, woman.

You presume too much.

Help us, noble prince, and you can name your price.

Prisoner, I may be, but still must I conduct myself

with honor, and I have given my word.

The word of Namor the first.

Balto is evil.

He will betray you.

I must take that chance,

or only if I pass the test will the earth be saved,

and pass them I will.

She was but an illusion, but for what strange purpose?

Prince Balto has tested your honor, and is well pleased.

But you must still endure the final ordeals.

Come with me.

How much farther must we penetrate into Argonne?

To the very core.

There, Prince Namor, in Yonder Fisher,

awaits your adversary.

No matter what confronts me, I dare not falter.

The destiny of a world is at stake.

A giant centipede is upon me,

and I can either swim or fly to freedom.

My body is enmeshed in his web.

I am unable to move.

There must be a way.

His giant fangs, they will be my weapon.

His fangs have slashed every chord that bound me.

Mine are the most powerful arms above or below the sea,

and with just the right leverage,

I can force the monster's jaws apart until--

Well done, Prince Namor.

But you will need all your resourcefulness

to pass the final test.

Follow me.

It is here you will win or lose the contest.

There is an overpowering feeling of menace

again upon this lofty crag.

A shadow.

A winged reptile.

That razor-sharp tongue could stab into his victim

like a giant deadly lance.

My only hope is to elude him.

If this be my final test, I must vanquish him.

A thrust behind a skull would do it.

He is mortally wounded, but I am caught.

I cannot break free.

Imprisoned in the claws of the vanquished creature,

Prince Namor falls toward his doom.

Is this to be the end of a living legend?

His weight is pulling me with him.

I cannot release his grip.

The fall broke his hold.

I am free.

What is happening now?

Your departure was merely an illusion, Namor.

You have never really left our presence.

Then the perils I have faced were illusions, too.

No.

Had you been defeated, you would have surely perished,

but you triumphed.

You are valiant indeed, and true to your word.

Therefore I must--

No, wait, there is still one more test.

If he can survive it, only then will he be freed.

He has passed all that we agreed upon.

All but the Zono Ring.

No, no, that is not a test.

It would be murder.

The defender speaks true.

It is too deadly to turn upon a living being.

It was created only for one great blow.

If used upon Prince Namor, it too will be destroyed.

And if we do not use it, we shall perish.

Your Highness, there must be another way.

He 't am not.

As a point of honor--

Honor, Bah!

If you have not the courage to do it, I have.

Stop this madness.

It is too late.

A ray strong enough to smash an army

has already struck the valley of strength.

I am no ordinary being,

but even I cannot endure this force.

Ha ha, the ray is building to max on a bit

in the city, it saps the mighty Submariner's string.

I cannot elude it.

No living thing can survive the ray.

Triumph!

It will soon be over,

and the waters of the earth shall be ours.

I, I'm dying.

Another few seconds and the ray will reach its peak.

So gallantapho deserves not such a fearful fate.

You're right, defender.

But once the ray is loosed, I am powerless to stand.

But there is yet a way to save Prince Nemo.

I die for the honor of the war of God.

The foul, he has taken the final blast.

The Submariner lives.

And he shall go free.

The word of Beltore is a sacred bond.

No, I am not yet beaten.

We shall still possess the waters of earth.

What is that?

Malmo's water absorbing machine.

He must be stopped.

Hold him up.

Too late, Submariner.

He has rocked the gears.

They will not move.

The cunning of Malmo is still a match for you.

Be not so sure, even partner.

There!

It is aimed away from earth.

He has deflected the ray to the earth's moon.

He has doomed us, everyone.

This speaks true.

If the boltry bounds, all is lost.

Destruction all about us.

And now, our gun is heading for the radiation belt.

Beltore, you are the cause of this.

You have betrayed our gun.

Malmo, have you gone mad?

Die, traitor.

You have saved my life.

Now, Malmo, I let your monarch decide your fate.

Guards, away with him.

Prince Neymar, you have proven yourself

a true prince of the blood.

But alas, Argon's hours are numbered.

Nay, my power can save as well as destroy.

Neymar shall shatter the magnetic hold on Argon.

Even you could not withstand

the terrible radiation of the belts.

Enough talk.

Let me be propelled far into space.

Minutes later, in a rocket ship provided by Beltore,

Prince Neymar enters the heart of the radiation belts.

Now is the moment.

My spinning powers must defuse the deadly atoms.

By Neptune, I did it.

I could now escape back to Earth,

but I am honor bound to return to Prince Beltore.

Again, you have achieved the impossible.

Although Argon is still without life-giving water.

But you shall have water.

I have seen to that.

Rain, 'tis some miracle.

'Tis more than miracle.

The radiation belts affected the hydrogen ions

so that they combined with oxygen to form water.

And in your new orbit, you will never again know first.

What can we do to atone for our shameful deeds?

What you already offered.

Return me to my people.

It shall be as you wish.

Farewell, Submariner.

My people shall ever remember

that you were the greatest prince of all.

Safe in his beloved Atlantis once more.

Victorious Neymar is welcomed by your mind, my beloved.

For your sake and the sake of Atlantis,

once again was I able to prove myself.

Worthy of the Trident of Neptune, and you.

Longer than a whale, he can swim anywhere

He can breathe underwater and go flying through the air

In the soul of Submariner

Prince of the deep

Who is worthy of any demon

Lord Neymar of Atlantis is the prince of the deep