I, Captain Nemo, am on the admiral cruiser of the Zombie Nazi Float, right on the tail of Adolf Hitler, the fiend in charge of the invasion of Mandelovia. Or, at last, the invading army on this part of the Country, since on the other side of this small country, hordes of demonic horsemen are led by Larry Lance, the evil counterpart of our LLance.

I’m not alone on this ship full of skeletons, zombies and undead WWII German soldiers. Until some minutes ago I felt the double minds of Danny Hearn; than he fled away, replaced by Mordecai and Joker1, which have landed on the ship, and are killing soldiers after soldiers. The scream of the clown shakes heavily the ship.

Then, the ship moves under my feet. Not the usual rolling of a boat, but a fast movement toward the bottom… the ship is sinking! Could Promethus and his men have gunned the cruiser?

Then the truth hit me. They are sinking the ship to protect Hitler. Being dead corpse, these soldiers can stay under water as well as out of water… I can, also, but Joker1 and Mordecai will have to leave. Hitler will continue to shout orders from under the water, mentally, to all the invading forces.

Ladnikia, my magic sword, seems dead. Usually the excitement of the battle awakes her, and it so it was at first, when we saw the invading fleet from the beach. But from the moment I arrived on the boat, she stopped to tremble, and now she is like any other blade, a cold piece of metal inmy hand, or, well, in my hook. My superdense skin helped me in my fight with the Nazi, their bullets bounced off my body, and the blade was sufficient to cut their heads away, but they were senseless monsters, corpses without a mind.

But Hitler is another story. He is not just a walking cadaver. His mind… his soul… inhabits his decaying corpse. He is not just a damned soul, he is a demon, maybe of the higher ranks. I need the magical abilities of Ladnikia to confront him, I’m sure. But Ladnikia is dead in my hand.

How can I fight him? How will I fight him? If I will fail, who will take down him? Danny can come down here, but will he be able to track the fiend? Maybe even one or some of the operative agents of Prometheus are able to survive underwater, but how much experienced they are? What understanding of the mystical forces at works here they have?

Meanwhile, the water is filling the ship. The deck I’m on, the mid level of the cruiser, now is completely underwater. I took a big, deep breath of salty water. My fears are fading, washed away by the sea.

My lungs finally breath freely, not having to measure with the capacity of Doc Quantum breather. I untie my ponytail, and tear away my dress.

My old, savage self is returning.

Where are you, Hitler? I’m coming…