The Devil you say

A strange well dressed man. "Nick, Nick, haven't you made yourself look pretty?" "Who the devil are you, and what are you doing here?" "Wow, first guess. Look Nick, I need a favor." The medallion appeared in his hand. "And I think you'll do it for me.... If you want this little trinket back. Then again, you might not want it." The Medallion disappeared in front of him. "You're the devil?" "Um.. yes, established." "What do you want from me?" "Let's go somewhere more private and talk." The world blinked out of existence and when it reappeared Nick was in a long sequined evening gown and the stranger was in a tuxedo. They stood on the deck of a cruise ship. "Having been changed by the Zulu's tool, you have a.... sensitivity to his work and I need help finding something he promised me. Then he had the bad fortune of dying on me. I don't know how it happened but he didn't wind up with me. Bad form really." "If I find this thing for you can I get the medallion back?" "That thing causes nothing but trouble, you can have it back gladly. Keeps it in circulation. Are you willing to help?" Nick looked at the life preserver labeled Titanic. "Do I have a choice?" "You could join the Polar bear club." "Let's do it then."