One month turned into two, and then two turned into three.
Sherlock continued to sit on the deck every night. He knew that he would never see John again, but he liked to be close to the sea. He loved the ocean, and he hadn't been in ship since he'd been dropped off here.
He had enough coins to last him, even with the house and the repairs, that had just recently been totally finished.
But still, his life was lonely, empty. He only went into town once a week to get supplied, other than that he was a hermit.
One evening, 3 months and a week after he'd been rescued, he sat on the dock, not noticing the ripple in the water.
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Date: 2019-08-18 05:46 am (UTC)Sherlock continued to sit on the deck every night. He knew that he would never see John again, but he liked to be close to the sea. He loved the ocean, and he hadn't been in ship since he'd been dropped off here.
He had enough coins to last him, even with the house and the repairs, that had just recently been totally finished.
But still, his life was lonely, empty. He only went into town once a week to get supplied, other than that he was a hermit.
One evening, 3 months and a week after he'd been rescued, he sat on the dock, not noticing the ripple in the water.