It was everyone's first night at sea. It took a while for the guests to check in their rooms before they hurried on deck to have fun. An audience of monsters gathered together to hear and watch a band of fish creatures perform an intriguing song. In addition to dancing, other activities were happening all around the cruise.

Outside on the deck, Sherrinford and Violet sat at a bar sipping martinis, relaxing and gazing at each other romantically. A group of witches lounged by the pool in their swimsuits, relaxing. Hamish kept to himself, reading The Sign of Four, having brought some of his famous ancestor's books to keep himself entertained. He didn't want to associate with the monsters, inheriting his mother's hatred because of the suspected rumors of Dracula behind the mysterious deaths, and determined to keep himself at a distance.

"Ahh..." Sherrinford inhaled the fresh night air deeply. "This is the most peaceful night of my entire life."

Suddenly Vlad strolled by, wearing a skimpy man-like swim trunks, and it exposed his slightly chubby stomach. The poor detective felt disturbed and nauseated as he stared after him in silent shock.

"...and now it's over," Sherrinford sighed.

One of the witches tipped her sunglasses down to get a good look at the old vampire who casually strolled by and was humming to himself. The witches sat up from their lounge chairs and gawked like a bunch of dreamy school girls gushing over a gorgeous jock.

Vlad chuckled and puffed out his chest to show off his once muscular now slightly chubby figure, looking like a high school jock who had been working out at the gym, or rather he used to in his youth.

"Ugh! Cover yourself." An appalled Sherrinford shielded Violet's eyes, disgusted by an elderly vampire exposing himself, while Hamish, who chanced to look up, let his jaw drop open and groaned, 'Eww.'

"Oh hush, pretty boy. I still got it!" Vlad set his towel down onto an empty chair, leaning over enough to give the witches a clear view of his bottom. He seemed to notice one of the witches gazed intently at his rear end, not the least bothered by it. Vlad did some stretches just to impress the ladies, and settled into his chair to relax and enjoy the evening. He flirtatiously wiggled his toes at the witches, causing the women to giggle.

"Yeesh!" Hamish groaned, turning away to leave the pool and go find someplace else to read in quiet.

Other monsters were playing a game that swung a club to hit a disc until it slides over to the drawn-out silhouette of a man from white chalk, which sort of resembled the kind of chalk-drawn silhouette of men murdered on a crime scene. When Hamish saw this as he passed by, it only fueled his suspicion that monsters could be responsible for the killings, so much that his anger and fear forced to rush off.

Elsewhere, little kids participated in multiple activities; Dennis and Winnie squealed with exhilaration as they flew inside the Ripcord tubes. Melany and Bridget splashed joyously at a water park playground. The older kids, mostly Wayne and Wanda's eldest children, played basketball at a small court against Frank, Griffin, Murray and a gillman. The wolves easily beat the adults thanks to their speed and agility, having inherited from their parents, much to the adults' dismay. Amanda and Gerald rode the flowrider, but it ended when poor Gerald lost his balance and fell off, taking his wife with him.

As for Blobby, he was on deck leaning against the railing, feeling seasick. He turned the color purple, until he finally threw up... a little blob. The baby blob happily hugged his new father and cooed, "Papa!"

Meanwhile, the exhausted Wayne and Wanda were walking across the deck with all their crying and rowdy pups in multiple baby carriers, until they discovered a doorway with a colorful sign that said KIDS CLUB.

"Kids club? What's a kid's club?" Wayne wondered.

When they peeked in, they saw monster children or toddlers having fun, sliding a kiddie slide or climbing a little kiddie playground or crawling through a tunnel. A fish man employee picked up the toddler and placed him in a kiddie pen with other monster children. Wayne didn't understand what was going on, but he and Wanda walked inside anyway.

"Fish!" Sunny squeaked at the fish man worker.

"That's right, dear," Wanda calmly shushed her baby.

"I'm still not sure I understand," Wayne told the kids club worker, who was at the sign-in desk. "You take my kids, all day, on purpose?"

"Fish!" Sunny squealed again.

"That's right," the fish man replied. "What exactly don't you understand?"

"Why?" Wayne questioned, but he howled "Owww!" when Wanda elbowed him in the ribs.

"So they can have a great time and you can have a great time," the fish man explained.

"Fish!" Sunny cooed.

Wayne started to cry tears of joy at the idea of leaving his kids at a kiddie club so he and his wife can enjoy some alone time together.

The fish man didn't understand why the werewolf was crying, he thought Wayne was honestly sad. "Don't worry. You get them back at the end of the day."

The news was disappointing, and it displayed when Wayne's expression fell.

"Fish!" Sunny repeated.

"Oh, well. It's better than nothing," Wayne said. He gave a loud whistle, and the fish man's jaw dropped as the huge tidal wave of wolf pups rushed in, knocking over the fish employees.

The werewolf parents left the Kids Club alone, stunned at their good fortune. Behind them, on the other side of the glass doors, the wave of wolf pups was already making a mess and terrorizing the fish workers.

Wayne stared off into space, but he can still communicate with his wife. "So, what do we do now?"

"I think... I think... we do whatever we want?" Wanda replied, but she wasn't sure what to do as she kept staring off into space.

"Whatever... we... want," Wayne said.

"Whatever... we... want," Wanda repeated.

The werewolf couple grew giant maniacal grins as the realization dawned on them when they understood that they were finally free. The continue repeating "Whatever we want!" over and over again excitedly.

In the Kids Club, the poor fish workers tried to escape from the insane wolf pups, crawling to the door while shouting, "Aaah! Stop! Help me!" But he was dragged back inside by the little ravenous wolf pups.

Down below the Kids Club balcony, Captain Ericka was checking up on the monsters and several other guests to make sure everyone is comfortable and having the time of their lives.

"Oh, hi. Hello," the Captain greeted politely. "How are you all doing?'

"Good evening, Captain," said one of the male heads of the Hydraberg.

Ericka was briefly startled, but she gave a friendly smile. "Oh, well, hello. Oh, my goodness." She scooched over to give him space, but she bumped into the Hydra's tail. "Would you mind, uh... lifting, uh... lifting your tail? You know?"

"Oh, certainly." The Hydraberg lifted their tail up, allowing her to pass through.

"Okay, thank you so much," Ericka said.

Through the crowd of partying monsters and humans, an impatient Daniel spotted the captain in the distance. How long she was going to keep up this charade? It made him impatient.

No sooner did she finish saying "Welcome aboard!" to Harry Three-Eye, Ericka made a swift gesture to the wall behind her and snuck inside a secret hidden passageway in the wall. Daniel followed her not long after.

The two of them climbed down a staircase tunnel. The light in the tunnels grew darker with only bits of crimson red lights to guide their path. Ericka rounded a corner, her face grim in the scarlet glow. Quite the opposite of her friendly facade. They climbed down a ladder and walked down a corridor, venturing deeper into the bowels of the ship. Reaching the home base, Ericka and Daniel slid down a pole to approach a secretive doorway where they snuck inside and made their way into a hidden stateroom.

The room was dark and old with wood paneling, and on the walls were framed clippings of Leon Belmont and Abraham Van Helsing and his exploits of hunting down or destroying monsters, but there were multiple yellow pieces of paper attached to a board where red lines were connected to the name ATLANTIS on a map, followed by a few destinations the ship will stop at before traveling to Atlantis.

Once inside the room, Ericka's cheerful, friendly and flirty demeanor had faded when the mask removed itself to expose her true persona; cruel, cunning and power-hungry. "Ugh! You were so right, Great-Grandfather." She gazed up at the portrait of Van Helsing, whom she happened to be his descendant. "Monsters are disgusting!" Ericka punched the air with her fists, indicating she wanted to beat up the monsters.

"They're truly the scum of the earth!" Daniel agreed, taking his rage out on a nearby poster of Dracula by smashing his fist right through the vampire's face. Despite his dislike of this woman, there's only one thing that they agree on - their mutual hatred of Dracula and the monsters.

A shadowed figure spoke in the room. "They're animals!" When he emerged into the light, the figure was none other than the real Abraham Van Helsing, the oldest man in the world. His body operated in an old-fashioned machine wheelchair, it was steam operated with a machine helped him breathe and stay alive. Pullin a lever, the old man used his machine-like wheelchair to approach his great-granddaughter Ericka and Daniel. The two of them folded her arms and waited impatiently. "I'll be right there!" shouted Van Helsing. Struggling with his incredibly slow wheelchair in an attempt to make it go faster.

Just then, another shadowed figured emerged from the corner of the room. William Quincy Harker had changed his name to Albus for an odd reason, but nobody complained. He had aged over the years, but looking quite elderly as Vlad or Abraham; his face wrinkled, his entire head was bald, a white moustache connected to a small beard, his sinister eyes a dark shade of green, and his figure surprisingly still muscular as ever. He wore a white coat with the collar resembling a vampire's caped collar, his gentleman's attire looked to be late 19th century style, complete with a cream-colored shirt with a white tie, grey trousers, a belt and sharp white shoes.

Not long after, he was joined by Casimier Quinston and his ever two loyal lackeys, Harper and Levon. In the far corner of the room, the door opened ajar and a little boy of seven years of age peeked out. The shape of his face was oval, the color of his eyes a dark blue shade, and platinum blonde hair slightly mussed up. He eavesdropped on the meeting because, due to his young age, was not allowed to attend.

Everyone separated in the room to give each other space for the meeting. The symbol of a bat impaled by a crucifix imprinted on a flag was hung up on the wall, indicating that these people are anti-monster people and hunters, all who shared malicious grudges against the monsters.

"Is everyone present and accounted for?" Albus made doubly sure that everyone in his organization is here to attend the meeting. Voices murmured in acknowledgement. Clearing his throat loudly, Albus started the meeting. "Thank you all for coming to the Legacy. As you know, we are here to destroy those monsters who have plagued and corrupted our planet. But you must lie low until we reach our destination - Atlantis. And the one monster you need to be careful around here is Count Dracula."

Boos and jeers sounded at the mention of the vampire's name. Everyone started arguing with each other on how to kill Dracula.

"We should capture him and burn him!"

"No, we should shoot him with silver bullets!"

"That's for werewolves, idiot!"

"Let's drown him in garlic oil!" Awkward silence filled the room followed by a cricket chirping as they stared stupidly at Levon's suggestion.

"Dracula... is he on board?" Van Helsing asked his great-granddaughter first.

"Yes, I saw him face-to-face," Ericka assured him, groaning, while grasping her head, "Ugh! I was nice to him! That pale face of his, and his goofy smile, showing off his fangs. But then his wife, a human, shot up in my face and looked at me like I wanted to steal him from her! Ugh! It's just like you taught me."

"You have no idea what it's like to pretend to be friendly to that creature. He's got a hotel that looks like a castle, hidden within the mountains and a piranha-infested lake. He's got a human wife and two hybrid daughters!" Daniel agreed, shaking his head dismissively. "His giant dog almost attacked me, and they nearly killed us in a plane piloted by gremlins! But the juicy piece of news is the wife of that meddlesome detective, Holmes, was terrified and she blamed Dracula's daughter for almost killing them! And now, they've gone back to being friendly with each other like it never happened. Ugh, I should've killed him when I had the chance!"

Outrated cries and shouts of disbelief echoed in the room. However, knowing a real detective is on board the ship is going to be a problem for them.

"If I couldn't defeat him in my prime, how could you even stand a chance?" Van Helsing paused, flashbacking to two centuries ago.

After landing in the water beneath the cliff, a fuming Van Helsing screamed, muffled, his frustration at his failure. An anchor attached to a rope hit him on the head. Confused, Abraham took the rope and got pulled up to the surface. He was surprised to see it was a fourteen-year-old William Quincy Harker and Leon Belmont who had come to rescue him.

"It was that fateful night that I realized a human could never defeat a monster," the old man explained. "But I was saved from drowning by my oldest rival, Leon, and my godson, William."

After hauled to shore, Leon explained why he had had come down to help him after his failed ambush against Dracula, nodding respectfully at him. Abraham and Leon shook hands to propose a partnership. The trio hated monsters and determined to wipe them clean off the earth for good. William was given a friendly tussle in the hair by his Godfather. "And poor little Albus... he had suffered so much after his relatives had cruelly abandoned him."

Taking them back to his manor, Abraham walked past a long line of old family members going back generations. "But I wouldn't let our family legacy die. And so I began... to search for an answer."

A little later, Quincy assisted the two men in looking through the books of his godfather's library. "I dug deep in the annals of history... then I saw it... in an ancient text! An Instrument of Destruction. So powerful, it destroyed Atlantis, a whole city of monsters. And laired deep within new runwood lane, waiting." Abraham found what he was looking for in the history of Atlantis and he showed it off to William and Leon, the entire group grinning in success.

Since the device was in the rubble of Atlantis, Abraham had used an old map to Atlantis's location, hoping to find it. "Thus began my quest. Endlessly, I searched for the lost city."

"Time passed, and my body began to fail me." Van Helsing gazed upon himself in the mirror at his reflection. "Oh, it was so fragile. First, my liver then my spleen. Followed by a kidney or two. And my good looks. Oooh! But I wouldn't let that stop me. I replaced my failing organs with technology. And look at me now!"

"Mmm-hmm." Ericka mumbled, not even caring about her great-grandfather's backstory, especially everybody else in the room.

"Oh, girl, it's an improvement, really." Van Helsing scowled.

"Um... sure."

"After a hundred and twenty years, I have finally found Atlantis!"

After the old man in the robotic suit finished explaining his plan, Albus haughtily scoffed at his idea. "Yeah right, like that'll work."

Overhearing this, Van Helsing frowned in offense. "And what do you mean by that?"

"Well, if this plan is anything like all your other ones, Godfather, it will fail miserably!"

"Oh, what would you know, foolish Will-"

"IT'S ALBUS!" The old gentleman bellowed, forcibly making it clear on the name he intends to be called. "Don't ever call me William ever again! William never gets the job done, only Albus does!"

The outburst left everyone taken aback, especially when Albus' pupils seemed to dilate to a shrunken size very briefly before returning to normal. But nobody dared to say anything. No one is a stranger to what Albus has been through during such a harsh childhood before living under Van Helsing's care. Which is exactly why the name William is no longer tolerable.

Albus took a deep breath to cease his rage. "The world is falling apart with monsters and people mixing with each other. I pity the humans, how cluelessly ignorant and easily misguided they have become." In truth, he found it hilarious at how obliviously stupid people can be when it comes to skillful manipulation. "They foolishly refuse to realize some of those creatures are killing off our kind one by one. Why can't they realize the world we strive for is the ultimate feeding ground for vampires? If that ignorant detective tries to catch on to us, we're doomed! So, we all need to be extremely cautious because the Holmes family are very sharp and can sniff out anything out of the ordinary." Then, he focuses his attention on Daniel and Ericka. "You two, I want both of you to work together and keep an eye on Dracula or anyone else with him. Got it?"

Before either the captain or the redheaded man could answer, they were rudely interrupted by Quinston. "Wait a minute! What about us? Or me?" This earned him a tremendous roar of groans and disappointments.

"You can't risk being seen!" The stern Albus severely silenced their objections, immediately shutting them up. "Everyone shall remain below deck until we reach Atlantis!"

"You know I'm not comfortable at being stuck in a room with those freaks..." Daniel growled. The idea of sharing a room with a monster disgusted him.

"Relax, you will share a room with your..." he cleared his throat, aiming a hard frown at Ericka, "partner in crime."

A light blush was on Ericka's for a short time before it faded. Being so impatient that she was intently focused on killing the undead king, thinking the plan was ridiculous, trying to protest, "Oh! Forget about all this! Let me get rid of Dracula right now! I was so close to him, I could have just-"

"You will do no such thing, until we reach Atlantis!" Swift as lightening, Albus tugged on her arm, which seemed to make Ericka cringe at the pain of this old man's mysterious strength as he twisted the captain's arm in a vice-like grip. When he let her go, Ericka massaged her arm while Albus addressed to the rest of the group, "And that goes for all of you!"

Groans of disappointment rung in the air, whining like a couple of little kids.

"Any disobedience will be met with severe punishment!"

That isn't a threat. That is a promise which nobody dared disobey.

"But can't I just-" Ericka protested.

"No, no, no, no!" Van Helsing's face shot up in her's, his robotic neck stretching outward to meet her at eye level. "We have to stick to the plan. Lure the monsters to Atlantis, retrieve the Instrument of Destruction, trap them there, and then flush them out! With the device, we'll destroy them all. It's temporary now. Now, promise me. You won't try to kill Dracula."

Ericka pouted like a child, but she had no choice. Everyone in the room was against her wishes. "Ugh! Fine, I promise."

"Daniel..." Albus turned to the red-headed gentleman, threateningly towering over him and the female Captain. "That goes for you, too. Promise me you won't try to kill Dracula again. I mean it!"

"Yes, sir," Daniel obeyed, sighing disappointedly.

"Promise what?" The two elderly men nudged their loyal minions, giving them stern expressions.

Ericka and Daniel exchanged irritated looks before giving in, blurting in union, "I promise I won't try to kill Dracula. Okay?"

"Good. Meeting's adjured!" Albus hollered, and the entire clan of monster-haters single filed out of the room to go further below deck.

Everyone exited the room retiring to their private family chambers to rest. Albus retired to his private chambers. Van Helsing had fallen asleep since the nap meter dial on his chair moved to full blast, beginning to snore. However, those two monster hunters were not ones for keeping promises as malicious smirks crept on their faces.

"Sorry, old man, but I don't like to keep promises," Daniel said cunningly, making sure the old man was asleep and nobody else was around.

"Don't worry, Great-Grandfather," Ericka whispered softly, smirking devilishly. "I won't try to kill him. I will kill him."