THE MAGNIFICENT ACT OF THE PHANTOM THIEF

The Cheviot

  The horn of the ship known as "The Cheviot" resounded aloud the whole docking bay in the port of London.Signaling the people that the ship is ready to sail.

I can see thousands of people giving their goodbyes to their families, reunion with those who have gone back here and the jeers of drunk sailors after a long sail with the Atlantic ocean some even falling unconscious into the railings on their heads only for his companions to laugh and helped his drowsy stature.

Knowing the Cheviot's third horn this time around, I could say I should be off already onto the ship by now. I decided to walk a little faster than before as I hear the callman in the ship shouting over the passengers to get in already. Some of them had large packages and bags to go with which is buying me more time to get to the gargantuan vessel.

The only thing carrying with me in my bag containing my notebook, pens, extra money given by my boss and some snacks.I always have my camera with me to take a photo of anything happening in the ship.As I heard, the wealthy, famous and the infamous are coming into this ship.

As I continue looking up ahead and drawing closer to the entrance, my body was pushed by a force strongly putting me to the ground head first.

"Gaaah!!" My agonizing pain was the only thing escaping on the fall.

I looked around and saw a woman with a black suit and snow-white gloves gasping at me.

"S-sorry sir!!" She reached her hand towards me until a rough voice called out to her. Her eyes widened as her gaze is now on someone who might have been by the ship right now and apologizes to me straight away before leaving. 

As I regain my footing, I checked my belongings if anything might've been snatched by the woman in suit or escaped out of my fall. I pressed my forehead and I can feel the stinging sensation.

I hope the fall didn't do anything to my memory might as well make a run-through. 

Ok .

 My name is James Price, a journalist of the London Article. I am 21 with a distinguishable brown hair. I was sent here by the London Article to write about the auction that will be held in the extravagant vessel The Cheviot; a valuable item known as the Sacred Diamond of Montambique. 

I'm also here to interview the amazing actress known as Shirley Bishop who is exceptional in the skill in acting on all of Britain.

Ok. So I feel like nothing changed...thank goodness. I was then approached by a man who seems to be by his late thirties with grey hair and well-kept appearance.

"Hey, are you okay boy?" He looked deeply at me but taking a second glance he seems to be looking more at the bump on my head than me.He took a small white piece of cloth and touched it with my bump. It felt soothing in my skin.  " Take it,I have a lot. "

"oh...thanks."

"Let us go inside the ship now,shall we? It's about to board."

I hurriedly put on my bag and went along this fellow in the ship. As we arrive the callman asked for tickets and we gave it to the man.The man had a look and gave us a pass.

Inside the ship,it was quite...how can I say this...rich?Something I have not seen in any other ships. When the boss said First-class ship I didn't expect too much of it but this is just awe. The man also had the same expression as me.

"So this is what the rich and the powerful have in all their travels,eh?" The man chuckled.

"Yeah...pretty much."

Then a woman stood in front of us and bowed. "I am here to show you your rooms." She gesture us to follow her.

As we entered to the big hallway, there were some rich old men drawing lots on the table with their butlers and aides. Women with such extravagant clothing that you could find no where on the streets and marketplaces from where I from or maybe in all of London. The murals fixed in the decorated walls and chandeliers hanging from every 6 meters or so. Gladly, there were no people smoking in here unlike the other ships I went to. This place is well-kept than I thought.