Somewhere in the Pacific ocean, a small submarine that looks quite similar to the sea animal, manta was moving swiftly through the water. This submarine is the newest high-end American technology for scouring the sea beds and exploring the oceans without disturbing the sea life around the vehicle. The Manta looking submarine was closing the gap between itself and the target... a Russisch Naval Akula submarine.
Almost silently the small submarine managed to attach to the entrance of the sub. A moment later, pirates stream out of the Manta looking submarine and into the Russisch Naval Akula. Fire sounds of the pirates shooting at the Crew, killing a few and injuring the others. "Who are you, people?" The voice of the captain of the Russisch Naval Akula demands.
"Come on, let's go. Move it!" One of the black armored pirates snarls, pushing the captain forward to its leader. Giving a hard shove to the shoulder, the captain stumbled forward. "Come on. Hurry up." Awaiting the captain is a tall, dark-skinned man who wears a high military diving armor. "Sir, we have secured the captain."
"Distress signal's are disabled. We are running dark again." A more elderly looking pirate who shares characteristic features with a younger man who clearly runs the operation. Letting a small, satisfied grin grace his face and steps backward to give the younger one clear sign of respect. "He is yours, son."
Closing the distance between himself and the Captain. Parting his lips to say something, only for the Captain of the Russian Submarine to cut him off. "But they heard. You can count on it." The Captain said bravely. His eyes never leaving the Pirate.
"Let me make a deal. I don't tell you how to Captain..." The man steps forward, raising his arm and closing his fist, triggering a mechanism that released a dark, black blade out of a hidden compartment on his glove. Holding the sharp-edged weapon threateningly in front of the Marine Captain, a manic grin spread across his face. "Then you don't tell me how to...Pirate!" Trusting his arm back, pausing for a moment to drink in his moment of superiority...which would prove a moment later a mistake.
The Captain of this vessel held the 20th rank Marine Corps and by that has a large experience under his belt. When they invaded his vessel, he didn't hesitate to order to fight back, disabling many computers and retreating back to the vault on his ship. Using a firearm underwater with a pressure that easily can crush this ship if bullet tore a gap in its armor is a one-way ticket to Heaven. Only a few of his crew didn't survive and he surrendered himself to buy his men more time to lock the vaults. Hearing the pirate speech and obvious arrogant, Captain Roger saw his chance. "I don't make deals with pirates!" Whirling his body out of the path the barrel was aimed at, now with his own body not shielding the Leader of the Pirates, and by luck. The pirate who held him under fire shot his own boss in the stomach. Spittle flew out of the pirate leader's mouth as he crashed to the floor but that didn't stop the Marine, chopping the rifle out of the Pirate's hand, he aims the rifle's butt to the former owner of the rifle and smashed the side of its head, knocking the pirate unconscious. "NOW! Everyone put down your weapons and raise your hand in the air and settle it down behind your head! Or I put a bullet into your Leader's head, and I can assure you I do not miss from up this close nor will I hesitate to shoot when you even make the smallest movement!"
"YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" One of the Pirate snarls angrily. Looking from the corner of his eyes, Captain Roger sees an older version standing not far away from them. "I WIL FUCKI–" Threatens the darker skinned man, but he could never finish his threat when a sudden high pressure threw everyone on the ship to the floor, burying their face into the metal while their stomach was left behind. This discomfort didn't stay long when they were thrown out of the water and for a few moments, everyone could experience the same weightless power of Superman, before hard reality returns and gravity pulls them back. The submarine lands back in the water, stopping the crew weightless experience and Captain Roger lands with a painful grunt back to the floor… a moment later a shot was heard and a bullet tore a hole through the metal wall.
Metal wrenching sound fills the ship as whoever it was wrenching the hatch open. Two pirates with rising rifles were slowly slipping towards the source, aiming their rifles at the hatch. A Sudden bright light of the sun blinded them for a moment and a loud thud of someone landing announced the arrival of the stranger. "Permission to come aboard?" A deep baritone voice asks the two pirates, a mocking lilts clearly evidence.
Blinking the sun out of their eyes and seeing the stranger now for the first time. They took a step back for disbelieve and fear. Standing in front of them is a tall, muscular man with broad shoulders, a strong chest on which a sledgehammer wouldn't do any damage. A six pack to be jealous of and his whole upper body was covered by tribal tattoos. Their answer was a salvo of bullets that left their snout of their rifle, only to see something disbelieving as their bullets bounce off harmlessly from the man's skin.
"My turn," he calls out. Close to his feet lie the hatch that he had wrenched from the ship. With a simple kick the hatch sails through the air towards one of the soldiers, crashing into his stomach and causing the pirate fold double. All his strength left his body and the soldier crashed to the floor, spit dribbles out of his mouth. However his comrade hadn't seen what had happened further to his comrade as when the hatch had hit the other soldier. The stranger had sprung into action, leaping through the air and had wrenched the rifle from his grip and then lifted the soldier by the neck into the air and then smashed him into the right iron wall, then abruptly buried in the opposite one… this progress was repeated several time until the pirate finally blacked out.
Seeing the slumped form of the pirate in his hand the intruder gently put the pirate against the wall and clasped the man's shoulders as if they had been longtime friends. Turning and continued his stride the man steps into the control room, seeing several pirates standing with loaded weapons, and one person in Marine uniform and clearly still alive. "Has anyone seen your leaders?" Questions the man, only to get in reply bullets that bounced off harmlessly of his skin, much to the pirates disbelieve. "That answer is a no?" A smile lit the man's face and came into action. In a few steps he was in front of a pirate and smashed his fist into the man's stomach, causing the man to fold in while blood spat out of his mouth. He then turns around, giving another pirate that had tried to sneak up on his back a hard sideward kick, causing that pirate to fly into a control panel, denting the controls and breaking the screens.
Looking around him, he sees pirates unconscious around him. Shrugging his shoulders, he steps towards the man of the Marine and slapped him awake. "You are from the Marine?" His brusque voice woke up the man.
"I am, Captain Roger at your service." Replied the man.
"Where are your men hiding, we need to go."
"In the torpedo bay, a highly armored room." The man nods and then made his way towards the room. Slowly the man disappears from view when the air ventilation which was damaged in the fight-filled the hallway in mist.
"Prepare the rescue ships, we'll leave in five."
Creaking sounds rang through the torpedo bay and the soldiers watch in disbelief when the metal bar bends as the secure wheel turns, until it was turned completely and the heavy metallic door swept open, revealing a pirate in black armor standing, only for a second later to be pushed aside to make way for a tall, muscular man. "Aquaman!" A young Marine calls out in relieve when recognizing their savior.
"Hurry up. I'm missing Happy Hour for this," their savior, now known as the Aquaman commands them and then turns to make his way back. Leading the crew past all the unconscious pirates and towards the exit. When a large number made it outside and pushed the rescue boats into the water, a new disturbance happened within the submarine.
Within the Submarine when Aquaman was encouraging the remaining marines to make haste to get out of the vessel, a sudden rain of bullets impacted his body. Shrugging the bullets impacts, Aquaman turns his head up to see who had the courage to shoot him, only to see a black skinned young man charging him. Sighing inwardly, Aquaman awaits the man until he is within arms reach. And with quick action, his arm lashed out, fingers wraps around the rifle and wrenched it from the Pirate's hand and then with his other hand that closed around the dark-skinned throat and held him into the air for a second before throwing him into the room behind him.
The pirate lands harshly on the floor but had not the luxury to recover from his fall when Aquaman lands in front of him, towering over the pirate like an angry sea god. "I've waited a long time for this," said the pirate from his position down on the floor, clenching his fist and with the sound of a blade being pulled out of its scabbard he struck. Aquaman takes a step back, just slightly out of reach of the weapon and let the pirate get back up on his feet.
"Am I supposed to know who you are?" Aquaman asks while dodging the attacks, until seeing an opening. Quickly the man's fingers dig into the armor and then with a shoulder throw the pirate flew to the other end of the room where he landed roughly.
"I scavenge the high seas." The pirate looks up from the floor towards the man who had ruined his piracy. "You're the Aquaman. We were bound to meet at some point." Seeing the Aquaman now standing within reach of his blade, he quickly scrambled back to his feet and trusted forward, only for his blade to be stopped by the Aquaman skin.
"Seriously?" Aquaman asks with disbelieve and grabbed the blade with his bare hand while the other came down on the flat side of the blade and broke it. "Let's see how you like to be stabbed." and with the blade that was broken off, Aquaman twirls that part in the air until fishing it out of the air and then buried the blade into the lower side of the pirate which let out a scream of pain. They had changed position and now the pirate stands with his back to the opening of the room, but that didn't stop Aquaman as he grabs the other end of a torpedo and smashed that into the face of the pirate, making him fly through the air and lands painfully on his back… which didn't help the wound in his body where the blade was buried.
A reload sound echoes through the room and Aquaman looks from the wounded pirate up and then sees an older version with a rifle in his hand. A shot was heard and a large bullet left the weapon and hit Aquaman's chest who flew through the air and into the wall. The two pirates stare at the body of Aquaman which had smoke obscuring his body and they couldn't believe that they had done what no one else had. "Ouch." A mocking voice was heard from the position of Aquaman. Climbing back to his feet, Aquaman sees the older man reload his weapon which makes the half Atlantean reach out for a metal pipe and tear it off the wall.
For the second time a reload sound echoes through the room, but this time Aquaman did dodge the bullet and threw his self made a spear that pierced through the armor and right through the shoulder of the older pirate.
"Dad!" The pirate on the floor screams out when seeing his father being pierced to the wall.
"Dad? That is your kid?" Aquaman calls out while walking towards the pirate against the wall. Once standing in front of him and grasping the spear. "Shame on you." He said with the thought of how the man did bring up his child. "Boys got yourselves into this mess." Aquaman turns and climbs up the ladder. "You can get yourselves out of here." He was halfway when the older pirate with his slighted pride aimed his weapon on Aquaman.
"You bastard!" He pulled the trigger. A bigger bullet tore through the air and through the wall of the submarine which tore a big hole. Water poured into the submarine and the torpedo that Aquaman had used to bash into the head of the younger pirate was flung through the room and crashed against the older pirate, trapping him under it.
"Dad!" The younger pirate shouts out, trying to push his weakened body up with the help of the torpedos and then slowly made his way towards his father. Trying to rescue his father in his weakened state and feeling the agony of the blade still buried into his side. He tried to roll off the torpedo off from his father. "Dad!" His eyes land on Aquaman who calmly climbs the ladder and the pirate trusts out his hand in the call of help. "Wait! Help me! he's trapped!" Seeing Aquaman standing still on the ladder with his back still turned to them. "You can't leave him like this! Please!"
"You killed innocent people. You ask the sea for mercy." Aquaman retorted and then climbed up the rest of the ladder and disappears out of view. Once coming on the main floor and where he sees the young Marine who had recognized him, wounded on the shoulder. Aquaman pulls up the young lad and then jumped through the hatch, leaving a sinking ship behind.
Back in the Torpedo bay, with the two pirates. "Get outta here! I got this, son!"
"Shut up, I'm not leaving you!" Shouts the younger one back, trying desperately to push the torpedo of his father's legs.
"You need to live, so you can kill that son of a bitch!" Shouts the father, as he stopped his son from helping him. "Now, go!"
Shaking his head and trying to get the torpedo off. "No!"
"Go!"
"Shut up!" He repeats, not wanting to listen to his father, only to freeze in his movement when his father pulled out a digital hand grenade. "No!" He shouts out when seeing his father pull out the pin and holding the trigger. With a scream of rage, he stares his father in the eyes. "Damn you!"
"Go!" His father calls out, tiredly. The younger pirate finally listened to his father and with all his strength remaining in him, he moved through the water, coloring it red with his blood. Slowly and with agonizing pain, he climbs the ladder and back to his ship and left his father on the sinking submarine. Vowing vengeance for the killer of his father.
With Aquaman, he is pulling the rescue boats through the ocean and back to the mainland at an incredible speed. Leaving waves in his wake as he sped through the water and quickly away from the position of the sinking vessel, never knowing until later that he had made an enemy for life.
Somewhere in the early morning, standing on a pier. A middle-aged man could be seen standing near the water, looking out over the ocean. Every day since his love had left him he had stood here on this pier in the hope of her return. He knew that her reason for leaving was noble and heroic, hoping that her absence would save their son's life. And she did save her son's life. But he also knew that their son missed their mother. Want to know her… and he fears that she didn't make it. Looking at the sun's horizon, he slowly turns his back to the sea and made his way back up to his lighthouse. When he was halfway the pier, sounds of something coming out of the ocean and landing with a soft thud on the wood, it was then that with hopes in his eyes, he turns around. The light in his eyes never dimmed when he sees the silhouette of his son being outlined by the sun.
"Arthur," He calls out, stepping towards his son who towered with head and shoulders above his own father. "You always knew where you could find me." and then hugged his son.
"Your old habit make you predictable." Laughed Arthur while embracing his father. He then released him and flung an arm over the other man's shoulder and led him to the end of the pier. It was as if fate had a funny moment when the two men were halfway the pier that the sounds of something, but the two men knew that it was more a someone. Turning to see who has come, Arthur and especially Tom Curry were frozen when they see two figures standing with them on the pier. A variation of emotions was displayed on their faces, more so on the elder Curry.
The emotions rang from happiness, love, relief, and surprise at seeing Queen Atlanna. The woman smiled at the man she had loved for so long, and with a burst of positive emotions, she sprinted to Tom and engulfed him in a tight embrace. Tom, who was slightly afraid that this was a dream, returns the hug after a few moments. "You've come back. You really came back." He whispers softly in her ear while burying his face into her white hair.
"I'm glad to see my sister so happy," Arthur turns to the owner of the voice, seeing a young boy which could not be older than sixteen stands beside him. "You must be Arthur, I heard a lot about you from Atlanna. I am your uncle, Harry." It wouldn't surprise you that the older boy took a step back in shock. "I see that my comment surprised you." laughed the dark-haired youth.
Arching a brow, Arthur responded. "Who wouldn't," He looks at his uncle. "I half expected you to be my half brother, Orm. But I can see clearly you are not, so how are you my mother's brother if you are so young?"
"Magic." Was Harry's response.
Atlanna sits next to Tom with Arthur and Harry around the dining table, sharing a late breakfast. Harry could see that Tom all smiled. It was obvious that the man was happy with the return of his love, as for Arthur. He was quiet, stealing glances at his mother while slowly eating the slice of bread with some cheese on top of it. It was when Artur had finished the food that he spoke. "Why didn't you come back?"
A silence fell around the table, and everyone turned to Arthur. "I couldn't come. Despite what you believe, I had certain responsibilities as both a Queen and a mother."
"Is this about my half brother, Orm?" said Arthur.
"Not completely, but yes, about Orm. There is something I would like you to know, Orm is not your half brother as many believed. It's because I never gave birth to a second child." This news shocked everyone at the table. "I can see your surprises. Let me explain and then you understand." Tom stood up, pouring everyone a cup of tea before sitting back down and placing an arm around his lover's shoulder, pulling her body into his. "Everyone knows how I met the love of my life, Tom the Lighthouse keeper." A chuckle left the man itself. "We got our beautiful child, a son we named after the greatest king...Arthur. Before I met Tom Curry, I was on a diplomatic mission, visiting the other kingdoms with an escort of Atlantic soldiers. It was when we left the Kingdom of Xebel that the soldiers that escorted me stabbed me in the back on the order of the general Orvax and had left me for dead. My body weak because the wound was pulled by the currents of the ocean and dropped me in front of Tom's Lighthouse. The followers of General Orvax reported back to the traitor. Orvax himself was never convinced of my passing and plotted for the day I return. A few years later, my son, Arthur turned five," She turns a loving look at her child, who embarrassing turns his head, not feeling comfortable with the sudden warmth of his mother's presence. "Orvax learned of my survival and had sent men after my last known location. Once they stormed the Lighthouse, I knew that I could no longer stay away from my duty as Queen, but more importantly… you, Arthur. If I stayed longer you would always stay in danger, or you could have been critically wounded or worse. And so I left, returning to my kingdom, only to learn that Orvax had laid down a trap for me.
He used a potion to render me unconscious and putting me in a coma. Orvax scientists cut me open and stole my fertile eggs. Why didn't have intercourse with me, I believe that his answer is that I was no Queen of Atlantis anymore, but still need an offspring to claim the right of ruling.
My loyal advisor, Vulko discovered that I had survived and that they stole the blood of the royal line. He freed me, however, Orvax discovered my escape and with Orm born, he banished me to the Trench. Before I left Atlantis, I ordered Vulko to train you and make you ready to claim the throne and rule Atlantis in my place. With my last order, and finding myself in the Trench, I would not let you fight alone and so I escaped the Trench by entering an underwater whirlpool that glowed mystical blue. It was a portal to the Third world, or what my people call… the Hidden Kingdom.
In the Hidden Kingdom, I learned about the last resting place of my father, King Atlas who was the first King of Atlantis. I had seen my father's body and I learned that the resting place was protected by a creature that even to our folk was only known as a Myth, the Karathen. The Karathen doesn't only protect the King's resting place, but also his weapon and more importantly the exit from the Hidden Kingdom. I had attempted many tries of escaping, which all failed. It was only a few years ago that Harry, my brother stranded at the Hidden Kingdom and with him being a descendant and my brother in some extreme curved way, we managed to escape." She finished her story to her lover and her son who both were in deep thought. The younger of the two frowned at what this man, Orvax had done to his mother and the extreme length his mother did go to protect him.
Tom, on the other hand, felt extremely grateful, pushing his chair back and walking around the table and stand still next to Harry. The next moment he had grabbed Harry in a bearhug, and loudly exclaimed. "I cannot express how grateful I am that I got my love back, or that my son got his mother back, but more importantly that you kept her healthy and safe. Know that you are always welcome here at our Lighthouse, Harry."
"Th...that's great! B..but can you loosen your hold on me… I can feel my bones breaking." Gasped Harry in a joking matter. Tom released Harry but held a hand on his shoulder, and together they laughed in joy. Sounds of glass clinging and Arthur offered his uncle a beer, and the small party in the Lighthouse were all warm and merry.