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Disclaimer: We own nothing related to 'And Then There Were None'; we are doing this for a school project and make no money off of this. And I can't believe I'm writing this, but 'The Suite Life of Zack and Cody' belongs to Disney.

The boat carrying the guests to Tipton Island gently rocked back and forth on the waves. While some weren't affected by it, others were becoming sea sick.

"Are we there yet, Mr. Boatman?" asked London Marston.

"No, Ms. Marston, not yet," said Arwin T. Boatman, who had just finished barfing over the rail.

London sighed, "Aw, but I want to show the Owens a new trick moi learned."

"Let me guess: You learned a French word other than 'moi'?" asked Maddie Claythorne sarcastically.

"Non," said London.

Maddie rolled her eyes and muttered, "Boy, am I glad I brought my Zack-a-tron with me, guaranteed to block out the noise of your annoying, know-it-all brother who refuses to shut up about Quantum physics or the speed of light or whatever! Now available wherever underground school merchandise is sold!"

"Zack, that's product placement, and you know it!" said Cody, clearly horrified at the thought of a cheap rip-off of earplugs which Zack had imprinted the word 'Zack-a-tron' on them being included in a rewrite of a classic novel.

"Yeah, so, what's the big deal?" asked Zack, grabbing a nearby banana.

"The big deal," said Cody as though explaining it to a five-year-old, "is that this is exploitation, which Agatha Christie would NEVER want! She'd want our rewrite to contain as much integrity for her original work as possible!"

"Uh, Cody, do you think Agatha Christie would even WANT two thirteen-year-old boys to rewrite her masterpiece in the first place?" challenged Zack. He saw the look of annoyance on Cody's face as he unpeeled his banana and sighed, "Okay, okay, erase my attempt at raking in the cash for our family. I've got an even better idea for what Maddie Claythorne should say anyway."

Cody's eraser flew furiously across Zack's cheap product placement before his pencil began writing:

Maddie rolled her eyes and muttered, "But, I cun hurdly mait mo bet goo tha island."

"Oops," said Zack sheepishly. "My bad. My mouth was full of banana."

"Fine," sighed Cody. "I didn't write out THAT much, anyway. You know what, how about you finish your banana and I write out the guests' journey to the island, okay?"

Zack shrugged.

Cody erased the few words he had written down and wrote down the gist of what Zack was saying, along with some words of his own:

Maddie rolled her eyes and muttered, "Boy, I can't wait until we get to the island. I wonder what the Owens are like? Have any of you ever met them?"

There was an awkward silence. Each guest kept glancing at one another, as though hoping the person sitting next to them would have the answer, but none of them did. London burst out laughing, startling Arwin, "Well, isn't this just peachy! You all agree to come to a party without knowing the host!"

"What about yourself, Miss Marston?" asked Inspector Moseby.

"Why, Inspector Moseby, it happens to me all the time!" exclaimed London.

"I'll bet it does," muttered Maddie. Her eyes met Zack Lombard's who had been staring out to sea up until this moment. A wolf-like grin spread across Zack's face as he said, "Well, isn't this rather cozy?"

"Yeah…it is," said Maddie awkwardly. She laughed lightly and said, "Nice weather we're having, aren't we?"

"I should hardly think so," said Zack. "It's beginning to rain; look!"

And so it was. Rain drops from above began splashing on the guests' heads, splashing as though they had been sealed up in a bottle for years and were relieved to be set free. They woke up General Macarthur, who had been dreaming about his dead wife, Leslie. He blinked and said, "Oh! Are we there, already?"

"No," said Dr. Armstrong. "But we should be there right about…now!"

As if on cue, the clouds up ahead parted to reveal the glorious Tipton Island. Oddly enough, it was shaped like a grand hotel sitting on the ocean, with a house smack dab in the middle of its top.

"Well…this is it," muttered Judge Wargrave. "Here comes a rather pleasant weekend…"

"There!" said Cody. "I'm done with the first chapter."

"Good," said Zack. "What do you say we tackle that sucker of a second chapter now?"

"Sure," sighed Cody, thinking, this is going to be a LONG assignment…