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Probably gremlins, sir.

There's just no regular pattern.

Keep tracking it. We can't take any chances.

Aye, sir.

Any sign of the shah's yacht?

Not yet, but it looks like half the fleet's patrolling the Atlantic coast.

Take a peek.

Must be a very important visit to touch off red alert.

I just opened our secret orders.

I can tell you it's more than important.

If anything happens to the shah on his trip to Washington,

it could start another war.

Skipper, there's an object flying across the area. Dead ahead.

It's a chopper.

That checks out. It's the president's copter.

He's joining the shah for pre-conference talks.

Mr. Morton, I'm getting a strange pattern.

Nose camera.

Activate homing device. Homing device activated.

Can you sharpen it?

Looks like a weapons bunker.

Could be a missile silo hidden inside that mound.

Patterson, send out a probe.

Mr. Morton.

I'm getting a reaction, metal, it's like...

What happened?

I'm not sure, sir.

Admiral, our instruments now indicate we're under attack.

Missile Room.

Missile Room, aye.

Chief, load number one tube. Stand by to fire a torpedo.

Aye, sir.

Come on, men. Snap to it.

You heard the skipper. Load number one torpedo tube.

Computer programmed for firing. It's all yours now, Lee.

Missile Room, countdown for firing.

Five, four, three, two,

one... Fire.

Programmed to hit in five seconds.

It turned.

It's homing in on us. LEE: Hard left, rudder.

That missed by a seal's whisker.

(TSKING) It's coming about again.

Slow to one-third. Blow starboard tank.

Aye, sir.

It's going to hit us.

We've got to explode it.

Chip, face it dead on. I'll try a laser shot.

(NARRATOR READING)

NARRATOR: Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea.

A stout ship and a lusty crew.

At last!

Damage Control, report.

MAN: All compartments watertight.

Minor damage in frame six. Repair crew on the way.

Very good. Carry on.

(NELSON GRUNTS)

Take it easy. I'll call the doc.

No, no, no. I'm fine.

Admiral, I just checked with Chief Sharkey about the runaway torpedo.

He doesn't know how it happened.

Well, these things used to happen in World War II.

Something goes wrong in the electronic circuit

and the missile homes in on the mothership.

We're pretty lucky this time.

I would call it a pretty good shot on your part.

Why don't you get some rest, sir? We're under control here.

Yeah, I think I will. Now, don't forget to check out that mound.

We've gotta know what's in it before the shah's yacht arrives.

Chip, eject a robot profile analyzer to scan it.

You want a full spectrum analysis?

No, it would take too long.

Run up a graphic reproduction.

All right.

Missile Room.

Missile Room.

Sharkey here, but just barely, sir.

I know, Chief. Well, ready another torpedo.

And this time, double-check the circuitry.

Right, sir. From tonsil to toenail.

And if this fish goes bad, I'll eat it.

Very good, Chief.

Now, advise me when you're ready to fire.

Right, sir.

Well, what are you standing around for? Let's get to work.

Hustle down to storage and get an electronic sensor.

Give me that screwdriver.

(ALARM SOUNDING)

Frame seven, check it out. Right, sir.

(HIGH-PITCHED WHINE)

It came from around the corner.

I could have sworn that sound came from here.

Hey, look at this. The sign of the Jolly Roger.

Come on.

Lee? Was that general quarters I heard?

Yes, we're checking it out now, Admiral. How are you feeling?

I'm all right. What about the mound?

I'm waiting for the picture.

Aye. I'll keep in touch. Aye, sir.

(COUGHING)

Captain Edward Teach, sir, of the Queen Anne's Revenge,

at your service, sir.

The Blackbeard?

Aye, I'll warrant you I am, Admiral Nelson.

Blackbeard. The real, real Blackbeard.

Sound the alarm and you'll sound your death knell, sir.

You know, I don't know how you managed

to stow away in that masquerade outfit,

but I would advise that you put the cutlass away and surrender peaceably.

Strike me colors!

Oh, no, sir, never. Not Blackbeard.

Well, if you're going to impersonate a man

who's been dead for more than 200 years,

you might have made a better choice.

A better choice indeed, sir. Yes.

Blackbeard was a blackguard.

A most villainous, licentious, brawling brute that ever sailed the seven seas.

Aye. Oh, Admiral, I like the cut of your jib.

We should be having this little talk over a tankard of mulled ale.

What do you want here?

You come right to the heart of it, don't you, sir?

I want your ship! And I want your stouthearted crew to sail her.

Mmm-hmm. And where are you going to sail her?

Across the seven seas.

Brawling and plundering.

Once again, the name of Blackbeard will strike terror in the hearts of men.

There's a world of treasures out there waiting to be plucked.

Aye, and one golden one in particular.

Aye, Admiral. I took the liberty of reading your secret orders.

I hope I wasn't too disrespectful.

But I was delighted to find out the shah had on board

King Solomon's legendary golden throne.

What fantastic booty!

You're a lunatic!

Admiral,

we'll continue this talk later.

Right now, I'm off to gather up me crew.

LEE ON RADIO: Chief, is the torpedo ready?

Not yet, sir, but any minute now.

Well, hurry it up. Yes, sir.

Everything I gotta do myself.

Have that ready when I get back with the sensor.

Right, Chief.

(EXCLAIMS) It's me, sir.

Have you seen Blackbeard? No, sir.

Blackbeard?

Has Kowalski been here?

Man, wait till I get my hands on that gold...

Hand me an electronic sensor. Come on, get the lead out.

Come on, hand it over. Check me out.

(SIGHING)

You lunkhead, you gave me the wrong...

He calls himself Captain Teach of the Queen Anne's Revenge,

and he's after the golden throne.

Now, you got a pretty bad knock on the head, Admiral.

Don't you think you should see Doc...

I do not think I should see...

Look, I'm trying to tell you that some way, somehow, a lunatic got aboard,

and with the yacht due in the hour now,

we can't afford to let him run around loose.

Here's the profile scanner reproduction, sir.

And it shows the interior of the mound.

Queen Anne's Revenge.

Blackbeard's ship.

Mmm-hmm. Now, what do you say to that, huh?

Coincidence, sir. Fantastic coincidence.

Yes, yes, now, that it could be.

Skipper?

Excuse me, but can I be... Can I be relieved of duty?

What's the trouble?

Uh... I'm...

I'm having hallucinations.

What sort of hallucinations?

Nightmarish.

I just saw a skull on crossbones and a bearded pirate.

(NELSON CHUCKLES)

Skipper?

I saw the skull and crossbones in the corridor today.

Well, why didn't you report it?

I thought it was some kind of a joke.

Well, Lee?

Evidently, someone cracked our security before we left port.

(LEE SIGHS)

Master at Arms. Aye, sir.

This is the Captain. We have got a stowaway aboard,

and he's masquerading as a pirate.

He's armed with a cutlass, and he may be dangerous.

I want armed details.

Start a search at once. Yes, sir.

(HIGH-PITCHED WHINE)

MAN ON RADIO: Control Room, this is Engineering.

All repairs complete.

LEE: Very good. Stand by to answer bells.

(HIGH-PITCHED WHINE)

Oh, you'll make a proper first mate for Blackbeard, you will.

Now, there's a face that would win a fair maiden's heart.

(SIGHS) I'm sure of it, Chip.

A powerful force field is protecting that pirate sloop inside the mound.

Oh, I know our instruments show it. I just can't believe it.

There's just one possible explanation.

That sloop's being used as a cover for some highly sophisticated weapon.

To knock off the yacht and recover King Solomon's gold throne.

This is possible. That throne's priceless.

Now that the Admiral's alerted the yacht,

someone's gone to a lot of trouble for nothing.

Did you warn them just now?

No, the circuits are jammed.

The force field must be sending out some kind of electronic blanket.

Well, there's one sure cure for that.

Missile Room.

Chief Sharkey here.

Is the torpedo ready?

Not yet, sir.

B and C circuits are... We can't wait, Chief!

Load the tube, double-charge in the torpedo.

We've got to explode a force field.

Yes, sir. There is no chance of another accident.

Accident?

I wanted to knock out this ship and I did.

Curse me for a lubber if I didn't.

That you did, Captain Blackbeard. That you did!

Matey, if they wipe out me sloop, they wipe me out.

Now, we can't allow that to happen, can we?

No, Captain.

Well, lay off, you swab, and see that they have another accident!

If you fail me, I'll have you keel-hauled!

This is the Captain. All search units, report in.

All search units, report in at once.

Reactor Room, come in.

Engineering, report.

Sick Bay. Come in, Doctor.

What could be wrong?

I don't know, but I'm gonna find out.

Take the con.

I'll be in the lab, Chip. That's a pretty powerful field out there.

We may need something special to break through it.

(BLACKBEARD LAUGHING)

(BLACKBEARD LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING CONTINUES)

Ooh. Take care, sir. I need you in good health.

(SIGHS) Are you on the loose again?

When my men catch up with you...

Call off the search, Admiral.

I cannot be destroyed by mortals.

I am truly Blackbeard, risen from the deep.

And as long as I hold me cutlass, no one can do me in,

and there's no man alive who can take it from me.

(LAUGHING)

Immortal, was he?

Blast me for a fool, sir.

That was a scurvy trick, but one worthy of Blackbeard himself.

But enough of our games. Let's get down to cases.

Whatever games you're talking about, Captain

Teach, I don't want any part of them.

Blast me, Admiral!

But you're no sniveling, groveling lackey.

I knew I had the right man when I chose you

above all the others who sail the sea.

Chose me to do what?

Why, to walk the quarterdeck with Blackbeard, as an equal!

Let's go, Captain.

We shall sweep the seas clean of all its treasures.

Our first target will be King Solomon's golden throne.

I'll blast that yacht to smithereens,

and pick that golden throne up off the bottom,

thanks to your submarine.

Well, we're going to stop you. Now, I don't know how,

but we are going to stop you.

You refuse me, sir.

Well, before I'm through with you,

you'll come crawling back on your hands and knees.

You need me. Why?

I need your scientific knowledge, your skillful seamanship,

your genius!

Things have changed while I slept for two long centuries.

And so you can't force my hand?

No, but I could take over your body,

as I've taken over the bodies of some of your crew.

But I need your brain, as well.

And you can't get that, unless I join you voluntarily.

Aye, that's true, Admiral, that's true.

But there are ways of persuading you.

You know, I doubt that.

We shall see, sir. We shall see.

CHIP ON RADIO: Captain Crane, please report to the Control Room at once.

Remember, Admiral, either you strike your colors,

or you perish.

Torpedo's being loaded, sir. I'm almost ready to fire.

(GRUNTS)

Give me a hand with this box.

Are you all right, sir? Yeah, I'm okay.

Thanks.

Let's go.

Take it easy. Easy does it.

Missile Room, starting 10-second countdown.

ELECTRONIC VOICE: Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six,

five... BLACKBEARD: Avast, ye swabs.

Abort firing. Three...

(HIGH-PITCHED WHINE)

Chip, fire the torpedo.

Strike your colors, Admiral.

(NELSON GROANS)

Another strong body, Admiral. Which I will trade for your mind.

(HIGH-PITCHED WHINE STOPS)

What happened?

Are you all right?

Yes, sir.

Sharkey, fire.

Stand back, you swab.

Hey, Ski, you're out of your mind! And you're out of uniform.

NELSON ON RADIO: Chief, I said fire. Fire!

Take him. Lash him to the deck.

Take him, you swabs!

Keep back, everybody, she's gonna blow!

Take her up, we're gonna hit bottom!

After them, you swabs!

(BLACKBEARD LAUGHING)

All right, that does it. Wait till I get my hands on that Kowalski.

Tom, police out the area. Let's check that torpedo.

Easy, now. Easy.

Easy.

Hold it. Hold it.

What's going on, Admiral?

You won't believe this.

Well, that black-hearted, bearded pirate

is actually the real, the original Blackbeard.

I believe it. How did this happen?

Don't question it, Lee. Just accept it.

The source of his power is the force field on his sloop,

and its extension is in his cutlass.

All we have to do is blast the sloop and take away his cutlass.

We gotta hit him from all sides.

Now, get whatever crew you can together and fire a torpedo.

Chip, take the Flying Sub and blast that mound with a laser.

One of us should be able to smash through that force field.

NELSON: Meanwhile, I'm trying to find out what I can do about his cutlass.

Good luck!

Look, Chip, this is important. Now, think carefully.

When the pirate took you over in the Control Room, did you know it?

What do you mean? Now, what I mean is,

did you want to break out of his control but couldn't?

Or did you just mentally become a pirate and want to obey his command?

I lost my identity and thought like a pirate.

I would have run you through if he'd ordered me to.

That's too bad.

Why? I'm back to myself again.

I know, but I had hoped that in some way

I could reach the minds of the crew and try to break the spell.

No, that won't work, they'd kill you.

Then I'll have to find the men who haven't been taken over yet.

If there are any of them left.

Okay, all clear.

I hope it keeps this way until I get to the Flying Sub.

Good luck.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Don't shoot, skipper. It's me, Patterson.

(SIGHS IN RELIEF)

That was a close one, Patterson.

What's going on, sir?

Come on. We gotta find the rest of the crew.

I'll explain as we go along.

Now, all I need's a little luck.

You'll need more than luck, you scum, to do in Blackbeard.

How'd you get here?

What difference, matey?

Blackbeard has powers you mortals never even dreamed of.

But I forget, you've already felt me power, have you not?

I have. Good.

Then you'll not be wanting the taste of the same.

Now, come about, and set a true course for yon undersea craft.

No tricks now, matey. Bring her about sharply.

I have to increase the power input.

I'm a gentle man. Don't try me patience.

It's all right now.

Well, come about, then.

(EXCLAIMS)

(HIGH-PITCHED WHINE)

There'll be no more tricks from the likes of you.

Satan take you.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

KOWALSKI: Open up.

Open up, Admiral.

Get some explosives. Move.

Chief.

Skipper, am I glad to see you. Kowalski was down here...

Later, Chief. Slap an atomic warhead on number two torpedo.

Aye, sir. All right, you heard the skipper.

Snap into it!

Stop where you are.

Admiral, surrender or die.

Kowalski, come to your senses.

Run him through.

(LOW-PITCHED WHINE)

Captain Blackbeard will take care of this.

Come on, you swabs.

(LOW-PITCHED WHINE STOPS)

Careful. If that thing blows,

they'll pick up our pieces with a magnet.

The Admiral's in the lab. Tell him we'll be ready to fire in a minute.

I'm on my way, skipper.

Admiral, the atomic torpedo is loaded.

Mmm-hmm.

Oh, good, good. I'm almost finished here.

What is that? That?

That's an anti-force-field device based on ultrasonics.

Now, if it works,

we're going to teach Captain Teach quite a lesson in modern science.

Hand me the soldering iron, will you?

Well, what'll it do?

If my theory's correct,

it's going to change that pirate into a mass of loose atoms.

Well, how will it affect anything else? I mean, like, fallout?

I don't know the answer to that yet, but we'll give it a test right now.

Well, isn't that dangerous? Won't it blast right through to the sea?

Yes, yes, possibly. But we'll find out in a minute.

Give me the power box, will you?

Yes, sir.

Hmm.

(EMITTING ULTRASONIC WAVES)

Admiral, it'll blast us apart!

Stand off, mates.

Let's see if yon Captain is fit to sail with Blackbeard.

I'm a man who loves a fight.

If you survive, you'll take your place on me quarterdeck.

If you drop, you'll hang from the yardarm at sunrise.

You're a loud-mouthed bag of wind, Blackbeard.

I accept the challenge.

(BLACKBEARD LAUGHING)

(BLACKBEARD MUTTERING)

(BLACKBEARD EXCLAIMS)

MAN: Captain Blackbeard. The yacht is on the horizon.

It'll be a sitting duck.

Lash him to the deck. Follow me, mate.

To the Control Room!

What about the Admiral's force field?

We'll take care of that later.

Missile Room, Lee.

Lee, Lee, you've got to fire the torpedo. Destroy the pirate's sloop.

Lee, answer me. Lee?

Pirates got him, sir.

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Where away? Dead ahead.

BLACKBEARD: Sail-ho!

Prepare a broadside.

Missile Room, ready torpedo.

No! The president's on that yacht!

Are your guns primed? Aye, Captain.

Fire!

Ten-second countdown and fire.

BLACKBEARD: Fire, you lubber.

Ready.

ELECTRONIC VOICE: Nine, eight,

seven, six, five... The power line.

Four, three, two, one...

Fire, you swab! Fire.

I said fire, before I keel-haul you.

Missile Room, why don't you fire?

MAN: Someone cut the power.

It's the main circuit. The cable's shorted.

Blast me for a fool.

I'll stake me head to a penny Admiral Nelson's at the bottom of this.

Aye, Captain.

Well, it's total war now.

I'll have him drawn and quartered.

And as for the Captain, I'll make him walk the plank.

Out of a submarine?

Aye. Me special version.

Come, I'll tell you.

Well, we stopped the shot.

Well, for the moment, Chief, but if l know Blackbeard, he'll be after us again.

I don't know what's to stop him from slicing us to ribbons.

(SCOFFS)

Yeah, that's all we need now.

Well, don't tell me it's busted.

The power cell is smashed.

You do have a spare, don't you?

I'm afraid not, Chief. This is the only one, the original.

Well, what do we do now, sir?

Well, there's more than one way to catch a ghost.

All we need is another power source and this thing is as good as new.

Yes, sir. All we need is power and all we have to do is...

What? (CHUCKLES)

Take this, Chief. Come with me.

Yes, sir.

Hurry. You're going for a swim.

Admiral! Admiral!

Admiral! Show yourself, sir!

(YELLING)

Go ahead, Captain.

Are you sending me out without a tank?

Oh, no, no.

Captain Blackbeard gave specific orders. Full gear, he said, except...

Just one minute of air.

(AIR WHOOSHING)

Ski, don't do it! It's murder!

Shut up, you scum!

(GRUNTS)

Your last chance, sir.

Strike your colors, or you're a dead man.

Never.

You're outgunned, sir.

Morton is at the bottom of the sea, and Crane will join him soon.

Give it full power.

A child's toy, sir?

No man has ever stopped Blackbeard with a toy.

Ha!

(EMITTING ULTRASONIC WAVES)

(BLACKBEARD GRUNTING)

I'll blow that yacht to smithereens yet.

But first, some unfinished business.

There's no man alive who can stand up to Blackbeard in a fight.

But you're welcome to try.

Defend yourself!

(YELLS)

KOWALSKI ON RADIO: Captain Blackbeard, torpedo ready.

Awaiting orders.

We'll call this one a draw, Admiral.

I'll be back.

Come on, snap out of it, Chief.

I'm okay, Admiral.

Where is he?

He's gone to blow up the yacht. We gotta stop him.

Admiral, you're gonna get electrocuted.

Uh-uh.

Can you loose a broadside? Aye, Captain.

Then fire away, you swab.

He knocked out all the firing power, Captain.

What are these?

They're atomic missiles, Captain.

Will they blow up the yacht?

Aye, and more!

Well, splendid. Get them ready to fire.

Sir, they're activating a short-range missile.

Missile primed, homed in on target.

Fire!

NELSON: Hold it!

BLACKBEARD: You're too late, Admiral!

(EMITTING ULTRASONIC WAVES)

(ULTRASONIC WAVES STOP)

We'd better pick up the survivors.

No, no, leave that. There were no fatalities.

But the missile hit the target, the yacht.

No, not the yacht. It exploded underwater.

It hit the pirate sloop, the source of his power.

See, skipper, the Admiral reprogrammed the missile from the main circuits

and changed its direction towards the sloop.

Well, Captain Blackbeard is back where he belongs.

Did we wake him, Admiral? Will he come back again?

It's kind of hard to tell, Kowalski,

but I think he's gonna be asleep in the deep for a long, long time.

Hello, Seaview. Morton calling.

Chip, are you all right?

I'm fine now. What happened?

It's a long story. We'll pick you up and swap pirate yarns.

Over some tankards of mulled ale.

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