"Yes. " Sherlock said, surprised. This fish man would help him get back to land. and civilization? Could he trust the fishman? He had saved him, but he still was in shock at the fact that he was talking to a fishman.

"Yes. I need land. I need food and fresh water." He said, trying to keep his words slow so Freedazz could understand. At least Sherlock hoped so. And hopefully people, but right now he would settle for food and water so he didn't immediately die.

He had some minor cuts and bruises, nothing big, but he was going to have to make sure the cuts didn't get infected. If they did, he was as good as dead anyways.