All right everybody! I'm cracking into my first murder/mystery. Normally, I'm not one to read these kind of novels, I only read them if I have too. I was at first interested after reading And Then There Were None, so I tried cracking into another Agatha Christie novel, but I dropped within the first week. So I gave it a shot after reading a novel from Conrad Allen called Murder on the Lusitania, and I was immediately possessed with the ambition of reading all the books in the series.
My original idea was for this story to take place on an ocean liner like on Murder on the Lusitania, with the main character as Thaddeus Winslow Cooper, or some other ancestor from around that time period, but since we never get a chance become intimately familiar with any of the ancestors, I've instead used all the usual characters from the game and have on a monstrously huge cruise ship called the Leviathan (The name sucks I know, but its supposed to be cheesy like that.). So R&R people!
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Leviathan
Arrangements
"Your kidding right?" Sly asked. Normally, he was the one who had irrational thinking, but now things were getting ridiculous.
"It seems right to me, even Penelope and Murray agree," Bentley calmly suggested.
"But first of all, we'd have no place to go," Sly debated. "We'd risk being caught. The police can get onboard at any time, but we couldn't get off, even if we tried."
"Then never come out from your disguise at all," Bentley decided. "Plus it be nice to spend New Years someplace nice."
"New Year's?" Sly cocked his eyebrow. "You've seen the movies, the moment the clock hits midnight everything goes straight to hell!"
"First of all," Bentley argued. "What are the odds of a rogue wave flipping a ship over? They're so rare you have a better chance of finding a supposedly extinct species hiding out somewhere."
"Whatever," Sly scoffed. "You guys can go, I'll stay here safely on dry land."
Bentley gave a sigh. The main reason he decided to go on this trip was to get the gang out of Paris for a while, and get Sly away from trigger happy Carmelita for a while. The trip was to be a four-week cruise, with stops in Oslo, Southampton, Miami, Ajaccio and several other places. But apparently Sly couldn't overcome his fear of drowning with no one around to save him. "Alright Sly, you win, you can just stay here."
Bentley wheeled himself out of the living room, leaving Sly in a sense of guilt. It was Sly's turn to sigh. He looked over to the screen of Bentley's laptop. It was an informational website about the cruise and booking.
"Leviathan huh?" Sly gaped, cocking his brow. "Sounds pretty cheesy."
And then he started clicking on the informational icons.
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Inspector Carmelita Fox pulled her face off her desktop and moaned at the sight of the several stacks of paper. Ever since Sly Cooper entered her life she regretted coming in for work every day. The only perks of chasing him around was getting to visit many countries and seeing many different cultures at the near expense of Interpol; too bad she didn't stop to enjoy any of it.
There was a knock on the door and in came the office worker, Winthorpe. Carmelita gave another pained moan as she saw the huge stack of papers in his hands.
"You need to take a vacation Miss Fox," Winthorpe said, dropping the papers on her desk with a thud. He then started fishing through his trouser pockets. "Here," he said, pulling out a folded piece of paper. "I was going to take this cruise for New Years, but not on my salary unfortunately."
Carmelita wearily took the paper, which turned out to be a brochure, and dropped it in her wastebasket. "Crime does not take vacations, so neither does Carmelita Montoya Fox."
Winthorpe nodded his head in disproval and walked away, closing the door behind him. Turning back to her stacks of paper, she knew she was in serious need of a vacation. She looked out her window towards the winter wonderland that had engulfed Paris. She gave a quick glance at her wastebasket, and then went back to filling out her paperwork. Occasionally, she glanced back to her wastebasket, until she snapped and snatched the crumpled brochure out from it. Looking at it, her frown turned into a slight grim as she turned on her computer and typed up the name of a website. A few minutes later, she grabbed her winter overcoat and shoved the paper into her wastebasket.
"Hey Winthorpe!" Carmelita yelled as she passed him to the elevator. "Write me up for a four week vacation."
"Okay!" Winthorpe smirked. "I am such a miracle worker."
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To clear some things up before this story takes off- the boat does NOT get flipped over by a giant wave.