Once we arrive in Plymouth, we follow the directions I've been given and manage to work our way around customs and into the massive bustle of men pushing to get on. Every so often, I look at John to see how he's reacting to all of this, and to my surprise, he's calm.
"Where did you say we had to drop you off again?" John asks, looking curiously at the men around him.
"It's just inside," I say, moving slightly so that I'm blocking the massive banner advertising this gay cruise liner.
"There's an awful lot of men here, Sophs," he says, and I frown slightly at the nickname. "Are you sure this is the right boat?"
"I'm certain," I say as a gay couple push past us.
"In fact," he says, craning his neck to look over the heads in front, "I would go as far as saying that there's not a woman in sight."
"Perhaps it was hired for a Stag Do," I suggest casually, pulling him forward as a man appears in the entrance of the boat, his bright pink suit positively glowing. Upon sight of this man, the noise dies down and the pushing stops as everybody begins to listen.
"Welcome, everybody, to the Tilly Briggs," he pauses and flashes a cheesy smile around at us all. "Now what are you waiting for? The ultimate gay experience starts here!"
"Sophia Holmes," John hisses in my ear. "You and your father better have a really good explanation for why we are here."
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Sophia Holmes and the Tilly Briggs Cruise of Terror *Completed*
FanfictionBook 5 *Under Editing* Just a few days after the confrontation of their newest enemy, Sherlock and Sophia are drafted in to investigate the murder of their client's partner on Gay Cruise Liner, the 'Tilly Briggs'. The only trouble is blending in. He...
