[Intro – low submarine hum + creaking metal + distant waves] Yeah… The Nautilus cut through the dark, Sugar Fix crates stacked like coffins in the hold. Three misfits hiding, powers new and raw… Time to meet the captain who sold his soul. [Verse 1 – Cramped Hold & Stealth] Cold steel walls pressed tight, the air thick with sugar and fear, Ariel, ReGretel, Captain Shrink — breathing quiet, staying clear. Hansel shrank down small, helmet on, slipped through a vent grate, Gill Pack humming steady as he crawled through narrow fate. Gretel crouched by the wall, behind a vent cover for a minute flat, Ariel spun her watch, turned reef shark just to scout the track. Guards marched past the hold, boots heavy on the metal floor, One wrong sound and the whole run would be over before the war. [Pre-Chorus] Prince’s voice crackled through the mirror link from the lab far away, “Stay low, stay sharp — you’ve got this… don’t become chum today.” [Chorus – tense chaotic stealth] Nautilus Bound, running Sugar Fix through the deep, Three misfits in the dark, trying not to make a peep. Hansel shrinking small, X-ray cutting through the lies, Gretel shifting faces, causing chaos in disguise. Ariel flashing forms — shark to eel and back again, Powers flickering minutes only, pushing through the strain. Coke crates glowing toxic, victims stacked like freight, The sea run’s getting deeper… and the stakes don’t wait. [Verse 2 – Meeting Nemo] They slipped into the engine room, shadows on the pipes, Found Captain Nemo staring at charts with tired eyes. Ariel stepped forward, voice steady through the hum, “Captain… it’s me. Triton’s daughter. We’ve come to bring him home.” Nemo’s eyes widened, then hardened with old regret, “Hook holds my son Peter Piper — one wrong move and he’s dead. I run their shipments, keep the Fix flowing through the tide, If I turn now… my boy pays for my pride.” Hansel shrank again, sent a garbled message through the glass, “Nemo’s son… trapped on Hook’s island… need help fast.” [Bridge – spoken, adult dark humor] Prince from the N.S.A. lab, voice calm but strained, “That Gill Pack should hold — just don’t panic when it rains.” Gretel shifted back, smirked in the dim red light, “Great. Now we’re hostages on a submarine at night.” Ariel looked at Nemo, fire in her eyes, “My father’s under the Fix… help us break the lies.” [Final Chorus – building tension & defiance] Nautilus Bound, running Sugar Fix through the black, Captain caught between his son and the right track. Three misfits in the deep, powers stretching thin, The revolution dives harder… ready to begin. From Hook’s island to the palace throne, Triton waits corrupted… but he won’t be alone. The sea run’s getting real… the empire’s about to feel. [Outro – fading engine hum + distant palace bells + determined resolve] Yeah… The Nautilus sails on. A father waits in chains. A son needs saving. And the Guardians… are already changing the game.
