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Nov-22-2008 06:32


International financiers and shipping magnates Patankar & Santanelli have proclaimed a new age in luxury travel with the launch of their flagship ocean liner, the USS Sleuthetania!

The Sleuthetania offers unmatched comfort and opulence for her lucky passengers as she steams the worlds oceans and visits many ports of call.

These quests are available now to passangers of the USS Sleuthetania. The Sleuthetania calls at New York harbor and the port of Shanghai every few days.

Nov-30-2008 05:32


Clift took Miss Parr’s arm firmly and escorted her to her room.

She gently struggled to free her arm but he kept his strong grip on her. Clift had a little too much to drink and was somewhat tipsy. He wasn’t the friendliest person when he had a few drinks.

When they reached Violet’s first class compartment he let her go brusquely. He bid her good night and kissed her hand. “If you expect me to treat you as an equal in this investigation Miss Parr, you better start treating me as one too.”

“Understood,” Violet was actually relieved to see him, go. “Good night Mr. Garrett.”

***

Makensie Brewer heard a knock on her door.

“Who is it?” She asked. She was getting ready to go to bed.

“It’s Clift, open up Mak. We need to talk.” His voice sounded very strange and desperate.

'Has Clift been drinking?' Makensie thought and then said. “I can’t Clift! I’m in my night gown, about to go to sleep!!”

“Mak open up this won’t take long.”

Makensie got up and as soon as she opened the door a little, Clift barged in and took her into his arms and kissed her deeply on the lips. She struggled for a bit then rested in his arms for a while before pushing him away. He stumbled a few steps back then fell with his back against the door.

“I have more to say if you will listen.” Clift smiled.

Makensie was shocked. “Clift! You stink of booze!”

Nov-30-2008 12:18

Clift looks at Makensie, and says, "That, I can't deny. Yes, I have been drinking a little bit" She says, "I guess that explains the kiss"

Makensie was feeling a bit flustered by the kiss, and she would be lying if she said that she didn't enjoy it, but, of course, she couldn't admit that to him. She couldn't tell him how her heart fell to the floor when he took her into his arms like that.

He straightened up a bit, then says, "I'm sorry for that, Mak. I can see you are troubled by this" She found words to talk, and she says, "Oh no, no...not at all, Just shocked, I suppose, BUT, alcohol does make us do weird things" She laughed nervously.

He grins, takes her hand, and says, "I didn't find that weird at all. In fact, I've been wanting to do that for a long time now, I just haven't had the courage to do it. I apologize for the timing of the kiss, and for having alcohol in me when I did it. My timing never was good when it comes to these sorts of things" She smiled, then says, "No need for apologies. Now, what is it you have to say to me? Or do you think you should wait until you are more sober?"

He leads her to a chair, and has her sit down. "No, I think I need to tell you this now, before you leave the ship, to go back to London. It is docking in the morning, and I just have to tell you some things now. If that is ok, since I acted like such an idiot a minute ago?", he says.

She looks into his eyes, and says, "I dont think you are an idiot at all, Clift. I guess, I, too, should tell you something, but, I will let you go first. So, please, tell me. What is it you have to say?"

He sits down beside her, with her hand in his, as he begins.

Dec-2-2008 04:20


“Mak,” Clift started, “I have been an actor on Broadway for the longest time. In my last stage production, “Damsel in Distress” I played against my sister, Vivienne Garrett, and we had a four year run.”

Mak was not sure if it was Clift or the alcohol speaking. “Clift, what are you trying to say?”

“I have always been the bad boy type... a player if you will Mak -excuse the pun, and I have broken more hearts than you can believe. The atmosphere I was raised in and was active in making me this sort of guy.”

Mak swallowed, hiding her emotions and feelings towards Clift in any way possible. “What does this have to do with me? Is it because of the kiss?”

“I feel for you Mak, but I don’t want to hurt ya.” He took her hand in his palms and kissed it a long, soft gentle kiss. “Please watch out for me. I don’t want you to be entangled with me and break your heart.”

“Clift, listen...”

“Please let me finish. You are such a sweet gal and you deserve someone who would never play around or cheat. I can’t make you that promise, and I don’t want to see the day in which you’re hurt because of me.” Clift lost his balance for a sec and fell on Mak.

They lay there facing each other for a while, breathing heavily, when Mak pushed him off her. “Clift,” she said looking away to hide the tears in her eyes, “I think you should go now.”

Clift got up and approached Mak once more but she put her hand up signalling him to stop. “Please don’t.”

With that he left her room feeling lost and more drunk than ever.

***

Clift walked the halls of the First Class wing on his way back to his standard room.

After leaving Mak’s door he came across Violet Parr’s room. He hesitated by her door and his drunken nature pushed him to knock.

Dec-2-2008 04:21


Violet sat up in her bed, in her purple night gown . “Yes? Who is it?”

“It’s me, Clift…”

“Mr. Garrett?!” Violet was shocked and to a degree frightened. “It's past midnight! What is it that you want?”

“I need to speak to you.”

Violet got up and as soon as she opened the door a little, Clift barged in and took her into his arms and kissed her deeply on the lips. She struggled for a bit then rested in his arms for a while before pushing him away. He stumbled a few steps back then fell with his back against the door.

Violet was shocked. “Clift! You stink of booze!”

Dec-2-2008 05:06



Of course, Clift only kissed Violet Parr in his imagination.


For in actual fact, as soon as he leaned in to kiss her, Miss Parr, acting purely defensively, grabbed his hand and flipped him through the air using the Judo techniques she learned as a young girl. Mr. Garrett flew through the air landing with his back against the wall.


Miss Parr was not that shocked when she spoke. “Clift, you do, indeed, smell of ‘booze’.”

Dec-2-2008 05:07


The next morning...


Clift woke up with a piercing headache in his room. Next to his pillow he found a purple note. Through the pain, he managed to quickly read it:


“Mr. Garrett,

I apologise for my behaviour last night -if you recall anything at all that is.

It may have been out of order but I acted rather instinctively. You yourself behaved quite boorishly with an alarming degree of vulgarity.

I should hope you accept my apologies if you recall your drunken conduct last night. If not, please ignore this letter as I will your apparent slipup.

Sincerely yours,

Violet Parr”

Dec-5-2008 00:20

Makensie stood staring at the closed door, which Clift just walked out of. She couldn't believe all she heard. "People really do babble alot when they drink, but, as they say, Sober thoughts become drunken words...or something like that" .....

She actually grew angry. She didn't know if she was angry with Clift or herself.

Beginning to pace back and forth, she started thinking out loud to herself....."Just what kind of woman does he take me for? Have I ACTUALLY made myself appear that WEAK? Like a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve? PUHHH-LEEEZEE! I do care for that drunken fool but, does he think Im just going to fall all over him? Have I acted like an idiot and actually DONE that? This stops right now"

She stopped pacing, and started getting everything packed in her bag. She will be very glad to be off this boat in the morning.

***************************************

The following morning, she put a note on Clift's door. She didnt want to knock, she had no intentions of talking to him before she left. She still cared about Clift, and wanted to continue enjoying their time together , but, a fool she wasn't, and she had to write him this note.

Dear Clift

I thank you for coming to my room lastnight, and telling me how you felt, and a little about yourself. You do remember what you said, dont you? It made me open my eyes a bit to the idiot I have been.

I'm not anyones sucker, Clift Garrett. I apologize for appearing like I am some dampsel in distress. That I am NOT.

I am a strong woman....and I am sorry that I portrayed myself to be like a school girl in love. I'm sure not that.

A bit of advice though.....for any other woman who comes along for you to play with.....if you have something to say, dont wait until you are drunk to do it. It really doesn't become you, Mr Garrett.

Dec-5-2008 00:23

I won't be contacting you. I wouldn't want to give you the chance to break my heart, now would I? If you want any further involvement with me, you know how to reach me.

Take care, and be careful in your travels,
Mak

She grabbed her bag, and headed to the exit of the boat, and back to London.

Makensie knew she would miss Clift, and be very hard for her to not contact him, but, her Mom always told her..."Makensie, you can't make yourself easily available to them men. They will shit all over you if you do. Dont ever be any man's doormat" "You can bet I won't, Mom", she said to herself, as she exited the boat.

Dec-5-2008 12:59


Clift was, funnily enough, the last passenger to disembark the USS Sleuthetania.

He searched the whole ship and deck for Makensie Brewer and Violet Parr before he disembarked, but could not find either of the two women. He could barely even remember what happened the previous night. But from what he did remember he could not help feeling like a fool.

Clift knew that when he was drunk he was vulgar and even offensive. His man handling of both Miss Parr and Miss Brewer had offended both women greatly from the notes they both left him. He was still hurting from Violet’s judo throw and even more from Mak’s note �"which hurt just as much as the judo throw.

He quickly went into Obelisk’s Shanghai Field Office and arranged for a beautiful red rose flower bouquet to be waiting for Makensie when she arrived to London along with a polite note of apology and a telegram he sent her:

“DEAR MAKENSIE STOP
PLEASE FORGIVE ME STOP
I WASN’T MYSELF STOP
CLIFT GARRETT STOP”

He had no idea where Violet Parr was in Shanghai so he gave instructions to have some flowers and an apology note sent to her apartment in London as well.

Clift was sad.

He had the friendship of two women last night, and his gruff behavior led him to lose them both, or at least lose their trail. He felt like another drink and another… but suddenly he remembered why he was here in Shanghai…

“Barry Grant is danger.” He thought to himself out loud. “…And I’ll be damned if I let my personal life get in the way of my investigation!”

Dec-22-2008 00:15

Walking the streets of London is never fun. It's cold, damp, and boring.

But, Ace was stuck doing it. No cases, no favors, no nothing. Just wandering around like a lost puppy.

Ace stumbled over to the docks. He leaned against a pole and watched the ships come in. One was docking right now, and he always found it amusing to watch some of the people who come off.

A flood of people unloaded off a boat from Shanghai. Finally, way in the back, was a slim, beautiful woman, becoming disheveled trying to heave about four bags off the deck.

She nearly fell several times, the last time, one suitcase nearly falling in the water. It would've, if Ace hadn't caught it.

"Oh! Thank you!" The woman nearly shouted from behind her luggage.
"Here, let me take that." Ace grabbed the bag blocking her face, to see a very lovely short haired woman staring back at him.
"Tony Masters, at your service." He introduced. He would've done his signature salute, if it weren't for the fact that he was holding two bags. "You can call me Ace."
"Makensie Brewer! You can call me Mak." She smiled," Nice to meet you! Thank you again for catching my bag!"
"My pleasure. So, where are we taking these to, again?"
"My new flat in London, I suppose. So, I guess a taxi."

As they carried the suitcases down the pier, they talked. It came up that they were both detectives, and both in detective agencies. Then, Mak talked a bit about her Shanghai trip, Ace oohed at the mention of "Sleuthetania", and they reached the curb.

Ace hailed a cab and loaded Mak's suitcases into the vehicle. She told the driver where she was going, and they were off. But, not without Ace's parting message, "Look me up at Hunter's if you need anything while your in London.

The car pulled away, and Ace was happy with his new acquaintance.