"The Case of the Missing Singer"
The Narwhale or more correctly Narwhal that sergeant Johnson observed surfacing aft of the ship resembled some lunatic version of an amphibious unicorn with a huge tusk over 10 feet long. Johnson pondered the wonder of these northern waters as he finished his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He went back into his cabin and sat down at his laptop, where he continued his search in cyberspace on Carla Heller and her band "Rude Flattery."
Carla was a musician of some repute. Her band's first album "Auspicious Anger" had hit number one in the alternative music category in just three weeks. Now the pop star from Finland was missing and Johnson knew the cardinal rule in missing persons cases was to not let the trail run cold.
That's what had brought him to be aboard this ridiculous little ship with a rusted hull the color of paprika hunting Carla. The "Flowering Plum Tree'" was a retro steel version of a Chinese junk used for carrying passengers and freight along the fjords of the Finnish coast. It was also the last place Carla had been seen.
When she had failed to meet her band in Helsinki they'd managed to backtrack her last known whereabouts to the ship. But no one knew what happened once she got aboard and if she ever got off. The captain and crew had a somewhat sinister look about them and Johnson wondered if it had just been a case of a crew member recognizing her from a picture in a magazine. She'd made all the papers in a top and mini-skirt made of an American flag. She'd worn this outfit in a concert in Paris, then ripped it off at the end of the concert and burned it on stage as she had stood there in camo undies.
The rain storm that had sprung up caught Johnson's attention and he stepped to the port hole to look outside. He wondered if somehow Carla's disappearance was another move made by right wing fanatics and if Carla had just been a mere pawn on the chessboard of global politics.
He'd know more after he interviewed the Captain and crew. After all, he had three more days aboard before they hit port. Some clues would surface...he hoped.