If Sherlock hadn't been holding onto the seaweed for dear fucking life, he would have been shock to hear the fishman talking to the whale in whatever kind of moans and howls that whales do, and the whale was responding.
They were.... talking to each other?
He had to be dead. He just had to be. There was no way that he could be alive. This just couldn't happen. It wasn't possible. Fishmen? And Whales? And they can communicate?
It was totally preposterous.
One good thing was that the whale as faster than a big ship meant for long distances, not speed. As the hours passed- Sherlock's limb were aching and he was sure that he was going to fall off due to exhaustion- the sea calmed and the sun fell.
If he hadn't been inmortal danger of falling off the whale and drowning, he'd had thought that the sunset was rather beautiful.
His heart lept as land started to come into view, but it was quite obvious that it was not the thriving port of Tortuga. It was just a small, what looked to be deserted island.
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Date: 2019-08-16 12:40 am (UTC)They were.... talking to each other?
He had to be dead. He just had to be. There was no way that he could be alive. This just couldn't happen. It wasn't possible. Fishmen? And Whales? And they can communicate?
It was totally preposterous.
One good thing was that the whale as faster than a big ship meant for long distances, not speed. As the hours passed- Sherlock's limb were aching and he was sure that he was going to fall off due to exhaustion- the sea calmed and the sun fell.
If he hadn't been inmortal danger of falling off the whale and drowning, he'd had thought that the sunset was rather beautiful.
His heart lept as land started to come into view, but it was quite obvious that it was not the thriving port of Tortuga. It was just a small, what looked to be deserted island.
and his heart sunk again.