The ocean was...it was loud. Normal sounds fade off quickly, but the loud ones, the colossal ones, they just go on forever. Then there's all of the movement, and the water itself...the ocean was loud. And after a while the dark blue and shining light gets old. It's really fantastically beautiful, but see that same thing day after day and you build up a tolerance, you become numb to it. The passage of time down under the water is...odd. The light pulsed every second, but also over the course of hours and possible days. Light, soft, light, softer, light, softer, light, dark, light, soft, light, brighter, light ,brighter, light, brighter, light, half light. That's how the light cycle went for...the longest time. After a long time under water...I'm not sure how long there was a sudden...drop off. Then it got really dark. After a long while, a long, long while, the natural light started to come back. Suddenly, after an estimated day or two of traveling after the light came back...there it was. Atlantis. I admit, I had a geeky 'I found Atlantis' moment. Sure I had directions, but I still found it. As I approached the edge of Atlantis a guard (I assume because of his glowing trident and official looking clothes...plus he had a dorky helmet on that I can't really imagine anyone else wearing for any other reason) met me and began talking in what I can only assume was Atlantian. I went intangible, which put him on guard, and spoke.

"I don't suppose you speak English, do you?" a light went on in his brain and he seemed to recognize something. I'm guessing it was the language, or at least the word 'English'. He pointed to the where I was and made the universal gesture for 'stay there'. He took off through the water as easily as I do through the air. I stood there for a good couple of minutes...and then some more...and then even longer. Geeze, the guy takes forever. I was just about to start jamming air, er, water guitar, when the guy came back with like, a platoon. The platoon surrounded m then split to reveal some blonde guy in a neon orange scale mail shirt. Fantastic, I could already tell it was going to be...interesting.

"Greetings traveler, I was told you needed someone who spoke English, is that correct?" I just blinked, translators this short in supply that there are like, thirty guards?

"Uh, yeah. I, uh, I guess I do. Why so many guards? Are translators really that important?" he laughed then

"I apologize, introductions have not been made. I am Arthur Curry, King of Atlantis. Who might you be?" I blushed a bit. Did I just insult the king of an entire race? I hope not.

"Uh, I'm Danny Fenton, Phantom Vagabond and Immortal."

"Immortal?" I sighed and mumbled

"Yeah, immortal."

"You do not seem too pleased with this."

"Not many who claim to be immortal truly are, they're just ridiculously long lived. I've been informed by the omniscient master of time, literally the master, as in existed twelve billion universes before us and will exist twelve billion after, that I am the closest thing to immortal other than him. He will always exist. Always. I, unless I find the one specific way that exists in this universe, will exist right along side of him for the rest of forever, and beyond. I don't want that. I want to age and die just like every other member of my species is given a chance to. I didn't choose to live forever and to be truly honest, I'd rather not." I just ranted at a king. "Uh, sorry about that, I uh, it's kinda a touchy subject with me."

"May I ask why you brought it up if it was so delicate a matter?"

"Don't tell people you're immortal and you get driven out of town after getting hit by a vehicle, or shot in the head, or stabbed, or eviscerated, or something stupid like that. Then comes the 'you lied to us! you're not even human! You're a monster!' Blahdity blahdity blah!" *sigh* "It get's real old real quick."

"Why have you then come to our borders? To escape the surface world? For lodging? Perhaps for work?"

"Okay see, this is where it get's interesting. I wander from city to city, place to place, looking for a way to undo my immortality, I haven't had the best of luck. I find a place to live, get a job, and stay for a few years before people notice I don't change. I've had a recent string of bad luck. I was a hero when I was as young as I look now, which is what lead to my condition. Really, it was just a huge accident. Anyways, a couple years after my predicament I stopped hero-ing because I saw that people were becoming dependent on me, and expectant of me. Criminals escalated and the local enforcement stopped preparing and just assumed that I'd take care of it somehow. I saw I was hurting the people, so I stopped and everything went back to normal. I mean, if it was anything huge I took care of it, but normal stuff like bank robberies, I left to trained professionals because I didn't want bank robberies to turn into 'we've teleported a nuclear device in there, give us all the money or we'll just leave it to blow.' They actually did that once." I shake my head "Morons, I beat the crap out of them for that one. I'm getting off topic. I used to be a hero, and if anything happens that I see and can stop, I do, but I don't actively seek it out anymore. Anyways, I've been going from city to city, leaving whenever I met a hero. I don't want them to rope me into anything, get me back into the business. My recent string of bad luck was that I keep on encountering them. It's like they're breeding or something. First there was the Flash,"

"...freaking won't just leave me alone! Then..."

"...stop the fire crazed madman..."

"...then the fishnet twins, Zatanna and Black Canary, or as I affectionately call them, the blonde bitch and magic ass..."

"...some guy named 'Immortus'...Then Magic ass shows up and zaps me again. AGAIN!..."

"...find out I'm in LA..."

"...blow up at the Green Robin Hood..."

"...confused, it was some guy called Metallo not Skulker..."

"...blew up the giant bug thing..."

"...then the gorilla says he's going to dissect me!..."

"...and that's how I came to Atlantis." a good half hour has passed with me wildly gesticulating and ranting to the king and now I'm he's sitting in a chair one of his guards got him, and I'm sitting in one made of frozen sea-water. "So please, please, tell me Atlantis can help me." he stood then

"I'm sorry, I don't believe we can, and given what you are, both surface worlder and immortal, I'm not sure how my people would react to your presence. I can not allow you to stay here. I am sorry." I sigh, of course, not even Atlantis can help.

"I understand. I guess I'll just be leaving now. Thank's for listening to me." I call up my white rings to transform me to Phantom and...well I guess you can say that the guards were a little...'zealous' in their duty. That or it's customary for all leaving Atlantis to have five tridents run through them. I stop the transformation and let it fade. Then I get ticked. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!" the guards were, of course, surprised, to say the least.

They were more surprised when when I set up a dome and started blasting. I shot the guy in front of me and he kept his grip on his trident, ripping it out of my body even as he flew back into my shield and was knocked unconscious. I turned left and froze the trident and the guard holding it, I broke the shaft with my elbow and phased it from my side. I grabbed the trident to my right, ripped it out and super heated it enough to melt and boil the ocean surrounding, as a bonus, that guard burnt his hands. Second degree burns. The two guards behind me finally reacted and charged forward. Before they could force me against my shield I phased from their tridents, grabbed their heads and knocked their skulls together. The king was shouting at the collected guard and telling them to...well whatever it was they didn't like it but they seemed to...well, not relax, but more restrain them selves from attacking the dome.

"Can I let this dome down without fearing impalement or do I need to kick the rest of their asses?"

"You need not worry, I am greatly sorry and deeply ashamed of how my guard reacted. You may come out without fearing attack." I let the dome down, phased the frozen guard from his prison, and gave the ice to the guy with the burnt hands. I'm not a total jerk.

"Nice to know. Since you guys ran me through and all, can one of them get me a shirt or something? This is the only one I have right now, and I got it from Rann." he gestures to one of the guards and said...something. The guard started reciting and all of a sudden my shirt was fixing itself and the blood and brains and all that junk was gone. "Oh, awesome!"

"May we do anything else for you before your departure?"

"Uh, directions to the nearest landmass?" he consulted the guards and there seemed to be a consensus.

"That direction straight on, you will reach a place called the Bermuda triangle."

"Thanks." I'm about to transform but...just to be safe "I'm going to call up my rings of light again, can you make sure they won't ruin my newly fixed shirt?" he gave a grave nod then spoke to his troops. I think he was threatening them, they certainly seemed to cringe a lot.

"You will be safe from them."

"Thanks." I transform and several of them gasp and start murmuring "Well, it's certainly been interesting. Goodbye King Curry!" I take off at well over three hundred miles an hour leaving them all behind in an instant. A hesitant guard asks what they've all been wondering.

"Sir, was that Danny Phantom, the one who gathered the spirits and saved the planet from the asteroid?"

"Yes, I believe it was." the murmuring increased.