Chapter One: In The Beginning

August 15, 2002/June 5, 1901

                  It's been approximately three years since I was shuttled into this dimension. Duty, they said. I, personally, am sick of the drudgery of waiting for recent news. But I have a feeling things are about to change very soon. I can feel it in my bones, and I am usually never wrong about this kind of thing...

                  But I'm getting a bit ahead of myself here. I guess I should calm down for a moment and explain.

                  For anyone who happens to read this journal (heaven forbid!): My name is James Thanadis, aka Hercule Poirot.

                  Now, you may ask: "Why did you take the name of a fictional detective?" The answer: Because I was bored!!!

                  I was hired by GJ, and was sent off to this universe, apparently as "security", even though I was one of their best agents. Yes, even better than that git, Will Du. Eventually, my partner Shina and I got bored, so we set ourselves up as detectives for hire, keeping up where Basil of Baker Street leaves off.

                  Of course I've met him before. The first time we met, I thought he was an egotistical git, like a rodent Rimmer. But lately, he seems... odd. The once arrogant personality has been lessened as of late, like a fire that has been doused by water. Sometimes he seems to have other things on his mind and ignores his surroundings, excepting when he's on a case.

                  Moving off-topic, there appears to be a new face in Cambridge's staff, a man by the name of Adrian Elessar. He's a good person, yet I can't help feel a little creeped out by him. He seems to be secretly bearing a great secret, something that would do him more harm than good....

                  I'll have to wrap this up. Someone's at the door.

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                  James put down his pen, and picked up his fake mustache. Carefully, the kangaroo rat secured the fake black moustache onto his face, making sure it wouldn't fall off in case he had to do some heavy-duty running. He glanced up at the white mouse sitting in the chair. "Could you get that, 'Hastings'?"

                  The mouse groaned. "Next time, I'm gonna have to be Ariadne Oliver", 'he' muttered in a female voice.

                  Hastings opened the door to reveal a strange dark tan mouse. Though he was wearing a almost normal Victorian era suit, his hair was braided like a pirate's. "'Allo, mate."

                  "Um... hello", Hastings said, trying not to stare.

                  "This wouldn't be the home of Hercule Poirot, would it, mate?"

                   "Yes."

                  "Good", the mouse said promptingly. Striding past him, he sat down in the chair opposite Hercule, who regarded him like something that got scraped off the bottom of someone's shoe.

                  "And you are?", his eyebrow raised.

                  "I'm afraid I've gotten a bit ahead of myself, mate. Name's Cap'n Jack Sparrow."

                  "The Captain Jack Sparrow? The one who was rumored to help Professor Ratigan on his infamous journeys?"

                  "I'd prefer if you didn't say that out loud, actually", the mouse said, smirking. "Contrary to popular belief, I happen to like staying out of jail."

                  "Ah", Hercule mused, "I thought so. So, what is your problem?"

                  "Well, you do remember that the Professor disappeared about two years ago, savvy?"

                  "Yes", Hercule said, frowning. "Why do you ask?"

                  "Well, therein lies the goal of my proposition: Find what happened to Professor Ratigan."

                  Tsuzuku...

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Okay, that was short, but it'll get better (hopefully).