London Belongs to Me
[Maya]
"Honk! Honk," went the ship's horn. Rod the cleaning boy looked out over the blue waters of the Caribbean as the ship, the Royal Caribbean Explorer of the Seas, came into dock at Nassau, Bahamas.
"Hey man, what's up?"
Rod turned and saw Chris, a cook on board the ship, and his best friend.
"Eh, not much. Pretty interesting crowd on board this time, eh?" Rod was from Canada and ended every sentence with "eh".
They stood together and watched as the passengers disembarked. A loud moaning type sound wafted up.
"Oh, that must be that weird jazz saxophonist Sarah from New Orleans."
"Yeah, she and her husband, the owner of the biggest chain of porn stores in New Orleans, Ed, are here for their 45th cruise! They must love it on board."
Rod heaved a big sigh.
"What's up?" Chris asked.
[LONTE]
"They're notorious for their big parties and the mess that comes with them," Rod said. "Last time I found male gigolo Matt immersed in his own mess sleeping in a bath tub."
"Sounds wild!" said Chris, envious of a luxurious lifestyle away from the hot burning heat of the kitchen stove.
"So what do they have planned for this leg of the cruise?" asked Chris, hoping that he would be able to catch a glimpse of the action. "Well..." said Rod...
[SARAH]
***
Meanwhile, as Chris and discussed the lifestyle of Ed and his beautiful and intelligent wife Sarah, two young women rolled out their towels on the sunny Nassau beach. Irene and Kat, sisters who were international supermodels from Belgium, sighed with contentment.
"This is the life," Kat commented.
"I know isn't it wonderful. Is Maya ok?" Irene asked. Kat turned and checked to see if their sister was alright. Maya was incapacitated in a wheelchair after falling tragically off a groin during a midnight beach stroll.
"She's fine," Kat said. "I think she likes the view." They couldn't actually tell because Maya also couldn't talk.
"Did you see that gorgeous guy in the cabin next to ours? What was his name...? Oh I remember! It's...
[KAT]
Greg. He's from Brazil."
"Yes, that's him," Irene replied. "He's really cute. Do you know if he's here alone?"
"I don't know, I think he's here with his two brothers, or they could just be friends."
"Perhaps we should investigate," Irene laughed, with a wicked glint in her eye. The two sisters exchanged glances then laughed.
"Should we call Lauren to take Maya in out of the sun?"
"Give her a little longer and then we'll go."
***
Loan, the captain of the ship, surveyed her gleaming decks with an air of satisfaction. The cruise was going wonderfully and, with three days more to their destination, she was pleased.
[IRENE]
Loan was well liked and respected among the passengers, which was how she liked it. Little did they know she has a secret that could change everything. Loan took one last look at the ship as she headed to the Nassau hotel for the night.
***
"Wow, what a cool club!" Chris exclaimed, as he and Rod entered the night club after Sarah and Ed. The club was packed and loud, and Sarah and Ed were dancing wildly on the upstairs level...
[MAYA]
A big crowd gathered, as Sarah and Ed's dancing had become rather raunchy, involving stripteases. This was especially fascinating as Sarah and Ed were in their 60s.
"Eugh. This is too disgusting," Chris shuddered and he and Rod left and went to one of their native Bohemian cocktail-in-a-coconut seller's homes, named Laura. They knocked on her door but found it unlocked.
"Laura?" They walked in and Chris let out a girly scream as they saw some black dreadlocks lying on the floor that were connected to Laura's head - she was dead! Chris then fainted.
***
Loan looked around surreptitiously in the Atlantis Hotel foyer as she checked in.
"Yes, the penthouse please." Loan collected the key and went up to her $20, 000 a night room, making sure no one suspicious was around. She opened the door, seeing the person she had been expecting.
"Did you do it?"
"Yes , Captain, it went off without a hitch."
***
Meanwhile, back on the ship, Irene, Kat, Greg Zoolander and his two brothers Lars and Jamie, all male models from Brazil, engaged in an orgy in their room...
[LOAN]
***
Darren held up a dreadlock as evidence of his work.
"Excellent," mused Loan, relieved that things were finally falling into place.
"There's only one problem though," Darren said, starting to pace up and down the room. "Someone saw me do it."
Loan turned around suddenly and pinned Darren against the wall.
"Who saw?" she said frantically, sweat beads rolling down her face. And then from out of the shadows stepped a figure...it was Kate. However...
[SARAH]
Darren and Loan couldn't see her because Kate was a ghost, the ghost of Darren's first victim and now she was trying to warn others of Darren and Loan's foul plan. However she was too late to save Laura.
Unaware that a ghost watched their movement, Loan and Darren continued to argue.
"Who saw you?" Loan demanded.
"It was Julia," Darren replied. "That silly little six-year-old that lives next door."
Loan crept up to Darren and whispered softly in his ear... "Kill her."
Kate gasped silently and fled through the wall to warn the little girl.
***
Meanwhile, back on the ship, Irene, Kat, Jamie, Greg and Lars were lying in a tangle of limbs having finished their orgy.
"Well, that was fun," said Irene.
[KATE]
"Yeah," said Kat, "I suppose that we should probably go back and check on Maya... She has been alone for the last five hours..."
Reluctantly, Irene and Kat waved good bye to the guys (communication was limited, because of the Belgium-Brazil language barrier) and sauntered back to Maya and her long-suffering carer, Lauren.
"Thank goodness that you're back," Lauren exclaimed as they came through the door, "Maya's waving her leg around again."
Maya indeed had her left leg up in the air, which Irene and Kat had always assumed to be reminiscent of her previous career as a Moulin Rouge dancer. But now she was pointing her foot at the table.
"Oh," said Irene, "Maybe she wants a drink."
They passed her the rum, but she kicked it away.
"That's unusual. Perhaps... the pencil?"
Maya grasped the pencil in her toes and scratched at the wall.
"My God!" cried Lauren, "When did she learn how to write??"
"Is that what she's doing?" asked Kat, "What does it say?"
MURDER...
[KAT]
"Red rum?" Kat queried.
Maya had very messy writing, and an annoying habit of writing things backwards.
"But she kicked the rum away! For goodness sake, Maya!" Irene exclaimed. "We come back to check on you - and we were having a very good time, I might add! - and all you can do is write rubbish!"
Irene picked up the rum and thumped it back on the table.
"Next time you want a drink, pick up your cup with your teeth like any normal person. Come on, Kat, let's go and see what else this ship has to offer."
The supermodels left the room, leaving Lauren looking speculatively at Maya.
***
Sarah packed up her saxophone, and shook her head at the sea of men who were begging for her attention. She suspected that they were interested in her for her beauty and money, not her intelligence, and so she ignored them all.
"Excuse me, madam," said one particularly handsome male, who had been standing at the sidelines, listening intently to her playing. "The captain would like to see you in her office."
[IRENE]
...to be continued...