Scooby-Doo! Pirates Ahoy! Page #4

Yo, ho. Yo...

We've got to do something.

Never underestimate

the power of platinum.

- Voil.

- We have to find the other captives.

- Do you know where they are, Pop?

- Shucks...

...I haven't seen anyone

but the ghost pirates.

- They must be below deck.

- This way.

After tonight, we will achieve

what other men have only dreamed of:

- We will travel through time.

- What?

At the center we will find

The Heavens' Light...

...which fell to earth centuries ago.

Do you mean a meteor?

The Heavens' Light is the source

of the Triangle's amazing power.

After tonight, the power will be mine.

- But there is no pow...

- Silence! The captain speaks.

Once I have The Heavens' Light

in me hands...

...I will be able to leap through time.

The waves of years past...

...will once again

belong to Captain Skunkbeard.

- You people are insane.

- Belay the yapping, ye bilge-sucking cur.

And tell me, be this the exact spot

where the painting was made?

We're almost there.

There's Rigel, Betelgeuse and Polaris.

And it is exactly 22:22 hours.

The tide is at its lowest.

But there's nothing out here.

Just hundreds of miles of open sea.

Land ho!

But that's impossible.

Furl the mainsail.

Here's our chance.

Let's go find the others.

Hey, what's in here?

Why would Captain Skunkbeard

believe he can time-travel?

It doesn't make sense.

If you ask me, that guy is

a few doubloons short of a treasure.

I don't understand.

What is all this stuff?

It looks like

a Bermuda Triangle museum.

Who would want

a crazy collection like this?

They look like Captain Skunkbeard's

Phantoms of the Bermuda Triangle.

That's exactly what they are.

Remote-control models...

...designed to look full-size

from a distance...

...when projected as holograms

through this projector. Brilliant.

You're glowing, Scoob.

That's probably what made

the water glow.

Someone wants to make sure...

...the mystery of the

Bermuda Triangle looks real.

But why? Who are they trying to fool?

I don't know. But if we're gonna find

my mom and the others...

...we're gonna need a plan.

- That's my boy.

We have to change course.

We're gonna crash into those rocks.

Steady as she goes, Mr. Wally.

Are you crazy, man?

We'll all be killed?

Steady as she goes.

Finally, The Heavens' Light

shall be mine.

Yes.

Release the claw.

Now, raise The Heavens' Light

from the briny deep.

Put your backs into it, boys...

...for the mighty Captain Skunkbeard.

- It won't be long now, Mr. Wally.

- Aye, captain.

Finally.

I can't believe it.

The Heavens' Light.

Wha...?

What's happening?

It worked. Time itself

has become undone.

But it can't be. I didn't...

All my life I've waited

for this moment.

Arrogant humans.

You are too small and weak

for the power of The Heavens' Light.

Return it to the sea and release

your captives, or pay the consequences.

But The Heavens' Light is mine.

I command its powers.

You can't handle its powers.

Do not meddle with the fabric

of space and time.

No, I won't back down.

Like, keep an eye out

for the signal, Scoob.

Aye, aye.

Methinks there's something fishy

around here.

Don't change the subject, human.

If you don't release your prisoners

and return The Heavens' Light...

...to the Bermuda Triangle,

really bad things...

...will come for...

To pass.

- Ye aliens favor some meddling kids.

- Yeah, we get that a lot.

Jinkies. We've been hit.

- Like, that could have gone better.

- You think?

So trying to spring a trap, are ye?

We come in peace?

Seize them.

Like, yo, ho, ho.

Ahoy, you mangy marauders.

Shaggy and Scooby-Doo

to the rescue.

That's one pirate ride

I won't be standing in line for.

Captain Skunkbeard, your jib is up.

Nice work, guys.

- Shiver me timbers and, like...

- Yo, ho, ho.

- But who was behind all this madness?

- I think I know.

Biff Wellington, of course.

- He was after the meteor all this time.

- But he needed Rupert to find it.

But why go to all that trouble

for a meteor?

All my life, I was fascinated

with pirates.

The meteor would give me the power

to control the Triangle and time travel.

Then I, Captain Skunkbeard,

could take my rightful place...

...among the great pirates of yore.

Like, that's nuts, man.

Mr. Wellington, where on earth

did you get such a crazy idea?

From me.

Mr. Mysterio?

It was the only way I could get him

to finance a search for the meteor.

I convinced him that he was

the reincarnation of a famous pirate.

You mean I'm not?

So you used remote-control vessels

that you projected as holograms...

...to fool Mr. Wellington

into believing...

...that the legends

of the Triangle were true.

And I'll get away with it

in spite of you meddling swabbies.

But why do you want

the meteor so badly?

It wasn't called The Heavens' Light

for nothing.

It's solid gold. And it makes me

richer than you, Wellington.

Now I will be the true master

of the sea.

- Like, I'm getting seasick.

- Me too.

What's going on?

Raising the meteor has triggered

some sort of volcanic activity.

It's the Triangle, you fools.

She wants her meteor back.

As crazy as that sounds,

he's probably right.

We've gotta dump that rock.

No.

Like, bad idea, man.

We've gotta get out of here.

Fred, do something.

That was close. Good driving, Fred.

A guy's gotta do

what a guy's gotta do.

- Looks like the island is lost forever.

- And the meteor too.

Now, let's find my parents.

Sunny St. Cloud?

And Captain Crothers.

My crew?

I can't believe that everyone on the ship

was involved in the conspiracy.

They weren't,

at least not consciously.

- Like, huh?

- But I don't understand.

Woodenleg Wally,

a.k.a. Mr. Mysterio...

...hypnotized everyone on the ship

to think they were pirates.

He used them to aid him

in his greedy plan.

And it was working

until you came along.

- But where are my parents?

- Jinkies. Look, Fred.

A dead man tells no tales.

It's time to send ye down

to Davy Jones's locker.

Oh, please, I really don't make

very good fish food.

- Avast, ye treacherous, lying scoundrel.

- Stop!

- Don't come any closer.

- Mrs. Pirate, ma'am, please.

- Release them from your spell.

- Why should I?

Alazamboozle.

- Mom?

- Skip.

Come in from out there.

You could fall off.

Peggy?

Don't move.

We have to do something quick.

Scooby.

- Mom. Pop.

- Oh, thank you, hon.

I'm so proud.

Well, looks like we had

a mystery cruise after all.

According to my calculations,

if we keep this direction...

...we'll be back in Miami

in no time.

- And right on schedule.

- I've contacted the authorities in Miami.

They'll pick up those two pirates

when we arrive.

What a trip. Wait until

your next birthday, Freddy.

Like, how about some

nice, safe cake and ice cream?

Are you sure? Wouldn't you like

a nice ski trip to the Himalayas?

And risk a run-in with the

abominable snowman? Forget it.

Take us home, captain.

Yo, ho, ho, and Scooby-Dooby-Doo!

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