It was a dark and stormy night. The opulent yacht heaved mightily in the swirling sea. Reginald, a decadent aristocrat, quietly slid from beneath his sleeping wife and crept out of the owner’s cabin in lustful search of Babette, the voluptuous daughter of the captain. Suddenly--

Reginald got was overcome by a strong force. He suddenly ran to the side of the yacht and was about to jump overboard when...

he spotted a green glow beneath the heaving waves. The heavy sea and the sickly glow were too much for Old Reggie. His stomach began to heave as he staggared to Babette's cabin and knocked. Suddenly the door opened and. . .

The captain stood there with his deep scar across his face staring at Reginald with a hatred that cannot be described in words. It was just then that Reginald could not contain the violent churning in his stomach. The captain bore the direct assault of his uncontained dinner. After wiping the putrid sludge off of his face he...

He reached into his long black jacket and drew a lavish, shiny sword. Reggie, who began to slightly better, was now scared to death. He started for the side of the yatch again, but remebering his past experience he decided to...

...have his way with Babette. Suddenly the strange glowing green light in the water emerged from the frothy sea to reveal a submarine. Babette gasped in sensual awe as the hatch opened and a man of singular nature stepped forth. "Call me Nemo", he said. "I am here because God has chosen me to..."

kill Babette." "You shall never lay a hand on my daughter!" Yelled the captian. "Please, calm down, resistance is futile" said Nemo as he raised his Desert Eagle into alignment with Babette's head. He pulled the trigger and a shiny golden bullet went screaming through the air...

The penetration of the of the bullet into her tiny head was fast and slightly messy. The captain just stood there for a couple of moments that seemed like an eternity. Then after some involuntary twitching he turned his gaze from his dead daughter's body to his newly found arch-enemy. He screamed at the top of his lungs with an overflowing rage and started at Nemo he jumped off the boat at the man on the submarine and...

The captian made it into the submarine just before the hatch closed. Now there was noone to care if the captian died in there or not; his daughter was dead and Reginald certainly couldn't care less. The Captian stared at the inside of the ship in amazement; it was quite futureistic looking. Suddenly a man came out (who wasn't Nemo) and asked "What are YOU doing in here?!". The Captian replied "Finding Nemo"...

"Stop this luxurious boat!", Babette pleaded, quickly recovering from the bullet wound to her fair head. "This is the man I have been searching for all my life..."! She was, in fact, on the sunrise side of 16, and Nemo, well into his 50s and cloistered on the submarine lo these too many years (Babette's lifetime plus half again, dear mariner), could not help but chortle with eager anticipation. "So, my too young lass, who would be the commander of the scow barge, then?" Nemo queried, knowing full well the fop, and perhaps the captain, were his game to bag this day.

Suddenly Nemo woke up from his sleep... "Ach.... It was only a dream." While sitting up in his bed he was startled by an alarm and a flashing red light above his night stand. Then a voice over the intercom system was heard "Approaching Submarine: Tiger Class III". He paniced... he had been trying to elude the feared Captain Darth Vader for ten years now. As he ran down the hall to the bridge of the sub a man grabbed him from a side passage way and stuck a dagger next to his throat threatening to kill him if he made sound...

Nemo stared into the captian's eyes in horror. Not thinking, he began to reach for his Desert Eagle, but The Captian made a slight cut across his throught to convince him otherwise. Suddenly a growly voice beamed over the intercom, "Captian Nemo, it's been a long time now...I hate to see you go so soon...; Actually I would like to see you in person..." About 30 seconds later, a man in black with a black helmet emerged from the transporter room. "Nemo...HAHAHAHA, looks like you can not win now..."

"Stop!" shouted Babette, recovering quickly from the bullet wound to her head. Then, pointing an accusatory but finely buffed index fingernail at Nemo, "You have been sent here to kill me!" She tore off her blouse, revealing her appurtenances. "Well?" Nemo, for far too many years exclusively amid his scurvy crew, had not seen a female breast of such exquisite proportions since the cabin boy, Mordred. "Perhaps not", he murmured beneath his breath. "Perhaps not..." his eyes rolled darkly toward Reginald, who shifted uncomfortably in his new Prada shoes.