A sharply dressed man...

Stepping on to the deck of the luxurious cruise ship as soft jazz wafts through the starlit night, a masked waiter comes alongside you with a tray of champagne, and you pluck a glass off of it before mingling with the crowd.

You take some time to enjoy the free flowing drink and endless finger food, raising your glass and winking at several rather attractive individuals, and enjoying a fun time swanning it with what frankly seems like a gathering of the most beautiful people on the planet.

Then you see him. Looking up at the glittering sky, a drink in his hand, sipping thoughtfully, his well-pressed suit as dark as the night itself...