A pair of curious eyes peers over the tops of the barrels in the hold. So much commotion top side as the ocean liner sets sail for the voyage to the South Seas. The destination of the ship is not the same as Derrick, the handsome stowaway.
Derrick decides to begin his adventure. Going top side, he anxiously investigates the lovely ladies strolling the deck. He sees a particularly attractive woman wearing plenty of expensive looking jewelry, so he figures she must have money. Casually walking over to her, he introduces himself.
“Excuse me, madam. I just have to say, with the morning sunrise illuminating your face, your vision takes my breath away. I’m sorry if you think I’m fresh, so I will take my leave.”
“Just a minute young man; what is your name?”
“Derrick Brahms the third.”
“Well, Derrick, what you said to me was beautiful. I’m Margaret Winston Farnsworth. How do you do?”
“It’s my pleasure madam.”
“Tell me Derrick, is this your first cruise?”
“Yes, it is Mrs. Farnsworth. Why do you ask?”
“I prefer Miss… Farnsworth but if you play your cards right it could become Margie.”
“It would be my honor.”
Three days into the cruise, Derrick has managed to share the suite with Miss Farnsworth as they are quickly becoming an item. Derrick checks in with the ships crew as to when the ship will be docking at the one particular island. The latest estimated time of arrival is in 32 hours at 12 o’clock noon, day after tomorrow on Saturday. Derrick feels he has to make his move tomorrow night, so he keeps planning.
The next morning after a heavy night of romance, he looks at the ships program and sees ballroom dancing for the last night on board.
I will get Margaret so tired she will sleep for a week, he thinks to himself.
A solid four hours of dancing, drinking and the love making does to Margaret just what he planned. As 5 o’clock the next morning rolls around, Derrick has managed to remove Margaret’s jewels and money and clean out most of the suites on his deck, and furthers his plan of get away.
Heavily laden with jewels and money, Derrick takes an elevator to the top deck to grab the rubber dingy he has stashed inside one of the life boats. During the darkness, he and the rubber boat descend down the rope ladder hanging on the side of the ship until he is a foot above the water. He stops long enough to pull the cord to inflate the boat. Whoosh! It takes only three seconds to reach optimum size. He sets the boat in the water and steps into the boat. The ocean liner continues on its route and Derrick starts paddling toward a different island.
When the ship is approximately 150 yards away, Derrick notices his rubber boat is losing air and buoyancy quickly. He starts yelling, but to no avail as nobody is on deck to hear his screams. He desperately tries to stop the leak, but one minute and a half later, his boat is empty of air and Derrick is in dire straights. He is unable to float due to the weight of the jewels and money. He can’t empty his pockets quickly enough and under water he goes, never to be seen again.
His love of money caused his demise. His desire for American cents overruled his common sense. Alas, poor Derrick, you just can’t spend money in Davy Jones’ locker.