The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen Page #4

Oh, speaking thus, Mrs. Harker,

your conduct a moment ago...?

Indeed. We are all aquiver

with curiosity.

Well...

My husband was Jonathan Harker.

With a professor named van Helsing,

we fought a dangerous evil.

It had a name, Dracula.

He was Transylvanian.

European?

One of those radicals the newspapers

love to report on?

I don't know, Mr. Skinner.

Is the vampiric sucking of people's

blood radical behavior?

Our transportation is forthcoming.

A boat?

It travels on water,

if that's what you mean.

And beneath it.

Behold Nautilus,

the Sword of the Ocean.

Next stop, Paris.

I don't see what we need

a big monkey for.

Well, this big monkey has terrorized

the Rue Morgue for months.

Imagine the mayhem

he'll give the enemy.

- You missed!

- I'm not trying to hit him.

Turn left, Mr. Hyde.

Make him turn left, boy.

If you can't do it with one bullet,

don't do it at all.

- He's doubled back.

- Precisely. Come on.

Look out!

That was naughty.

- Thanks.

- Eyes open, boy.

I can't protect you all the time.

He's afraid.

I can't smell anything.

Perfect.

Welcome aboard, Mr. Hyde.

"This hunt's too dangerous for a woman,

even one such as you. Leave it to me."

Good God.

Hello, Dorian.

The great white hunter's

bagged his prize.

Or the prize bagged him.

Stay back, if you value your life.

- You scratched me.

- Better me than him.

Well, this is nice.

Mr. Hyde.

You've done terrible things in England.

So terrible that you fled the country.

Now, I'm ashamed to say that

Her Majesty's government...

...is willing to offer you amnesty...

...in return for your services.

Do you want to go home?

Home?

"Home's where the heart is,"

that's what they say.

And I have been missing London so.

Its sorrow is as sweet

to me as a rare wine.

I am yours.

Don't be afraid.

- Who says I'm afraid?

- You do!

You stink of fear!

Quite the parlor trick.

You wait till you see my next one.

Dr. Jekyll...

...at your service.

So...

...the League is set.

So is the date for the conference.

- We have three days.

- Three days?

Can this canoe do that?

You underestimate the Nautilus, sir.

You underestimate her greatly.

She's out of your league.

Mina?

Don't flatter yourself, Dorian.

Fortune rewards the bold.

If you require help during the voyage,

Mrs. Harker, just let me know.

I'm curious how you think

you'll assist me, Agent Sawyer.

Heavy lifting.

Light banter.

- I'm a useful kind of guy.

- You're sweet.

And you're young.

Neither are traits that I hold

in high regard.

The solar panels are fully charged.

We'll be diving in a moment.

Mr. Quatermain.

Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Skinner.

- Captain.

- Nemo.

The plans the Fantom stole from

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