I’m THE Sherlock Holmes, best detective in the world, if I do say so myself. I help Scotland Yard often, especially Inspector Lestrade. My assistant is John Watson, a doctor, and a huge help since he’s moved into my flat in 221B Baker Street. And, of course, I’m still on the hunt for the elusive Lord of Crime, the only one who’s ever been able to stump me. But, that isn’t my current primary focus in my daydreaming.

In fact, I’m currently on a ship as of now, the Noahtic, to be specific. As to why I’m here is due to an elaborate event, the first ballet performance on sea, and I was invited a few weeks ago. I wasn’t able to bring John along, sadly. Many nobles and commoners alike here, but of course separated.

So far it hasn’t been that eventful, and this evening while I’m just wandering, I ended up getting roped into a sort of contest with a few ladies. They point at random people and keep asking me to deduce the people they’ve chosen’s profession, until I finally get one wrong. Not going to happen, though, so I just play along. I was bored anyways.