As the police drag Leopold away in handcuffs, he screams that his secret partner in Miami has already activated a bomb protocol on the lead ship of the Mediterranean fleet.

The heavy oak doors of the Geneva Maritime Tribunal slammed shut with a deep thud, cutting off Count Leopold's desperate, screeching cries. His dirty threats echoed down the marble hallway until they faded into total silence.

Inside the high-ceilinged courtroom, the five Swiss judges stood up from their raised bench. The lead magistrate walked down the steps himself, handing Clara the official sealed document that permanently cleared all legal holds on her father's five hundred million dollar fleet.

"Count Leopold...