Over the next few days, John brought him pieces of wood, which he used to lean up against the sides of his shelter. He also brought more of the seaweed, which while he was still losing weight, he was slightly less in danger of dying.
One morning, while John was giving him some wood, there was a gigantic boom. John freaked out and swam away. When Sherlock looked onto the horizon, he saw a ship.
A SHIP!
He was saved!
He...
Would never see John again.
But he couldn't refuse the help. He'd die here otherwise. Sherlock went to throw more leaves and such on the fire to make sure that they would see it.
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Date: 2019-08-18 05:06 am (UTC)One morning, while John was giving him some wood, there was a gigantic boom. John freaked out and swam away. When Sherlock looked onto the horizon, he saw a ship.
A SHIP!
He was saved!
He...
Would never see John again.
But he couldn't refuse the help. He'd die here otherwise. Sherlock went to throw more leaves and such on the fire to make sure that they would see it.
He was going to be rescued.
He was going to go home.