"Two finners?" Sherlock was confused for a moment, until he realized that that was what the fish men must call humans. "Oh." He said, softly. He'd never thought of it before, but they must know about humans- obviously, and they would have given humans a name.
Two finners. He chuckled, It was weird, but he supposed that it fit, sort of.
Sherlock was being lifted up on the whale, whose skin was actually rougher than he thought it would have been, but it was still slick, and he slid around, trying to find purchase.
The only thing that he could do was to cling desperately onto a couple of barnacles. He could grab on now, but there was no way he'd be cable to stay clinging on for long, especially if the whale was moving fast.
"I... don't think this is going to work. I can't hold on. "
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Date: 2019-08-15 11:38 pm (UTC)Two finners. He chuckled, It was weird, but he supposed that it fit, sort of.
Sherlock was being lifted up on the whale, whose skin was actually rougher than he thought it would have been, but it was still slick, and he slid around, trying to find purchase.
The only thing that he could do was to cling desperately onto a couple of barnacles. He could grab on now, but there was no way he'd be cable to stay clinging on for long, especially if the whale was moving fast.
"I... don't think this is going to work. I can't hold on. "