Okay, the night had better end then.
"This was your fault." A whisper in the night, and Sam Derrington took the safety catch off his pistol. "And now you die for it."
The man in the bed in front of him was soon dead, with a bullet in his neck. It had been so easy. But was the ship safe? He staggered out onto the deck, hoping that it was all over.
"I'm afraid that you're not going to be able to go that way." A voice behind him. He spun round.
"It's been a woeful voyage." 'Professor Michael Oria', leaned nonchalantly against a railing. "I've had to put booby traps on many people's rooms, shoot an awful lot of people, and even dispense with some rather useful allies."
"It was you?!?"
"Professor M. Oria. Gods, I would have thought Holmes might have spotted it. Fortunately, it turns out trapping people's doors is a fairly effective way of removing one's enemies. James Moriarty looked, steely-eyed, at his foe. "And you seem to have just shot poor MacKenroy. His inventions did rather more harm than good to your cause, but it's been amusing to watch. Now, there's one last question."
"And what would that be?"
"You have the Ring of Lemnos. Do you want to hand it over?"
"Unsurprisingly not."
Without even a word, Moriarty pulled a single-shot pistol and hit Derrington in the leg. The last murder on the Abyssinia had finally been committed. But it was too late. With a brief chuckle, the young man pulled a small, shining piece of gold out of his pocket - and flung it overboard.
"No! NO!"
Moriarty couldn't quite believe it. All that... and for nothing? He hurriedly replaced his pistol, and returned to his cabin. Eventually, a slight hum rose from below him. The engines! The engines were working!
...at dawn, he walked out onto the deck, where a crewman had taken the body of Sam Derrington away. He sat on a chair that had once been the captain's, and enquired of a crewman what all the noise had been overnight.
"We're not sure, but it seems that that Derrington fellow must have killed his uncle. It's all a nasty business, sir. Any tea?"
Denied of his prize, Professor Moriarty sipped his drink gently and puffed on his pipe, staring out to sea. It had been a strange business. The Abyssinia, groaning beneath him, slowly but surely began to chug its way towards the shore.
James MacKenroy, Unreliable Inventor (Nightangel), shot.
Samuel Derrington, Vigilante (Double A), killed at endgame.
James Moriarty, Godfather/Room Trapper (Son Of The King), survives but fails to achieve all win conditions.
