The Phantom

It all began a very long time ago,

when a merchant ship was set upon

by pirates of the Sengh Brotherhood.

A small boy watched helplessly as

his father was killed by the pirate leader,

the Evil Kabai Sengh.

Hejumped overboard

and was washed ashore

on a mysteriousjungle island

called Bengalla.

It seemed like a case of

"out of the frying pan and into the ire",

but the Touganda tribesmen

meant the boy no harm.

They scooped him up

and carried him to their village.

And that night, in an ancient

ceremony of ire and drums,

the tribal shaman presented the boy

wlth a ring of great significance.

The boy understood that he was

destined to avenge his father's death

by fighting piracy, greed and cruelty

in all their forms.

When he grew to be a man,

he became the Phantom.

- Damn worthless map!

- You drive, I'll navigate.

- The map is all wrong.

- The map is good, Quill.

Remember its source.

It can't be wrong.

Then why does it show a bridge back

there? We never crossed any bridge.

- What's he saying, Morgan?

- 'urn around. "

- We'd better turn around.

- Not a chance!

Maybe this little quitter

needs a lesson in positive thinking.

Quill, now I get it.

Turn the map around.

- It's upside-down, you big moron!

- You big moron!

If the map is upside-down,

there ought to be a bridge up ahead.

All I see is more jungle.

Oh, sh*t!

Hey, Quill! No sudden stops.

What's the big idea?

Hey, take a look at that.

- What do you think?.

- I don't know.

It looks like it'll hold,

but then again...

Breen? Styles?

- I'd hate to bet my life on it, Quill.

- Same here.

OK.

We'll go over on foot.

All except one.

He'll stay back

and drive the truck across.

Yeah, but which one?

- I knew that bridge was safe.

- Come on, kid.

Almost there.

The brake, use the brake!

OK, back in the truck.

Well, it's on foot from here.

OK, Zak, take a look. Which way?.

- What's his problem now?.

- He says we can't go on.

- These woods are protected.

- Oh, yeah? Protected by who?

By a ghost.

'he Ghost Who Walks".

I wouldn't worry about that.

- He's not taking us beyond this point.

- Shoot him.

No! We may need him.

To drive the truck back

across the bridge!

Tie him up and leave him here.

We can find our own way.

This is it! We're there!

Everybody look around.

Well, you look like an important fella.

Hey, Quill! Up here!

- Got it!

- Mr Drax is going to be very happy.

- What's so important about that thing?

- I don't know.

I don't like to ask Drax questions.

His answers scare me.

Styles!

- What the hell happened?

- He's dead.

The damn thing came alive

and choked him to death.

- It's not possible!

- Tell Styles.

- Let's get out of here.

- What about all the other stuff?

- There's a lot of valuable junk in here.

- Take it all. Nobody's going to miss it.

Now what?

- Drums.

- I know that! What does it mean?

It don't mean nothing.

But hurry up, just the same.

Devil, somebody needs us.

This place is really

giving me the creeps.

What the hell is that?

Shoot him!

- Oh, sh*t!

- Run!

No!

Watch him, Devil.

If he moves, eat him.

- What about Breen?

- Tough luck. Forget him!

- Who was that guy?.

- Somebody I already killed.

- What?

- You heard me! I killed him years ago.

Guess what? He's back!

At least he's behind us.

Did I get him?

I don't see him.

You must have hit him.

So long, pal!

Keep the truck!

- Ghost Who Walks!

- Oh, yeah.

It's OK, now.

Hold on. It'll be all right.

Put them in the guardhouse.

- What have you got here? Poachers?

- Looters, Captain.

Captain, you've got a problem.

You've got a thing out there.

A big, strange-looking thing on a horse.

- With a wolf!

- Get him out of here.

He's been chewing

on the wrong kind of jungle growth.

You know what he's talking about.

We both do.

Not now, Weeks. I'm not in the mood.

'he Ghost Who Walks".

The Phantom.

It's nonsense.

According to legend, he's immortal.

He's been around for four centuries.

Imagine, 400 years. It isn't possible.

Ouch!

- Did that sting?

- Yes.

Good. That means it's working.

This is it.

This is what I'm looking for.

The Skulls of Touganda.

One made of gold,

one made of silver, one made of jade.

Are they valuable?

More than that, Guran.

They're dangerous.

Listen. 'hen placed together,

the three skulls harness an energy

a thousand times greater than any

force or high explosive known to man. "

It's all right here in the chronicles.

"A long time ago, the Touganda tribe

possessed the skulls.

'hey knew the secret

of keeping their force contained.

'heir village was attacked

by pirates of the Sengh Brotherhood.

'he tribe was destroyed and

the skulls were separated and lost.

"For four centuries,

there's been no trace of them...

Until today.

You know, I'm fine!

I'm as good as new.

Very well, Ghost Who Walks.

Maybe later.

Yeah, maybe...

I used to come here myself, Kit.

I would consult the chronicles

for guidance and wisdom.

Usually when I was troubled

or confused,

or had just screwed up real bad.

I'm guilty on all counts, Dad.

I let that skull slip through my fingers.

Don't be too hard on yourself.

We all make mistakes.

- This one gets worse...

- How so?

It was the Sengh Brotherhood.

I saw the spiderweb tattoo.

You turned over one of the Skulls

of Touganda to the Sengh Brotherhood?

They've tried to get their hands

on those skulls for 400 years!

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