The Pearled Seas - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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For years he had heard tales of the two fins who swan on the surface. They were... Odd. At least that was what he heard. But they still fascinated him. How did they swim? What did they eat? How did they live?

That was how he found himself on the surface, watching... He wasn't sure what it was. It was large and wooden? There were lights and white things. He curled up a bit further on the rock he had perched himself on. He was always worried the brilliant blue of his scales would make the two finners see him. But they only seemed to see what they wanted.

He gasped when the weather started to change, quickly, violently. The wooden... thing... was in shallow water, it wouldn't survive. Especially if it slammed against the rocks. He swallowed and then dove into the water, even as the waves started to grow violent, battering the wooden thing about.

He heard the wood breaking and two finners and things falling into the water.

That's when he saw him. He felt an odd pull towards the two finner. As if it was right.

There was an old tale at home, of soulmates. He had scoffed at it. Ridiculous. But, the pull he was feeling...

He swam towards the two finner, reaching out to grab the man as he was sinking deep into the water.

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The water around them became much more cloudy when John found his end. Sherlock could feel him tense, he watched the fishman hump into the water, he didn't even stroke himself once before that long, almost prehensile penis twitched and filled the sea with his seed.

Sherlock rode his own pleasure out until he was soft inside of John and he couldn't stay inside of him any more. He slipped out and collapsed into a sitting position in the ocean, splashing the semen-filled water on them both. He was panting and exhausted from the effort, but it had been wonderful.

"John." He said softly, but that was all he could say. It conveyed a lot in one word.

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It took John a moment to find himself. He raised his head and looked at Sherlock. A smile crossed his lips and he moved to kiss the human.

He then moved back and dove into the water to wet himself and clean himself before he surfaced and swam back over to Sherlock.

"Was... Okay?" He asked nervously.

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The kiss was a little surprising, but not unwelcome. Not only did they still hardly know each other, but he wasn't even sure that fishmen kissed. Maybe he had seen two human doing it before? Sherlock had no idea.

The water was still a little cloudy when John splashed it around to moisten himself, but he came back quickly, as Sherlock now knew that he would.

Sherlock chuckled, he was still lightly hesitant with his speech again, and it was rather endearing.

"Yes." Sherlock said with a warm smile. "It was quite nice, for me at least. I hope it was the same for you. If.. you've never done this before, you may be a bit .. sore. later.. not sure if you know what that means.. you might hurt a little, but I really am not sure when it comes to fish.. er... merpeople I guess? I have no idea what to call your species.

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He was quiet for a moment and then leaned against Sherlock. "I be okay...." John said with a nod.

The mer then pulled away and looked at Sherlock. "I get you home. Promise." He then smiled widely at him. When John made a promise, he wouldn't break it. He wouldn't allow himself to do that.

"Food. Rest." He said poking Sherlock's chest.

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"Alright." Sherlock said, chuckling softly. "I need to gather up some materials for a better leanto... er.. a place to sleep. "He explained. "And I need to figure out how to get some of those coconuts." He pointed to the palm trees. "They will at least give me a little food." He was absolutely STARVING, as he hadn't eaten in close to 24 hours now.

He touched John's shoulder gently. then reluctantly, headed back into land.

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John watched him go and then dove back into the water. Though, he did return a bit later carrying what looked like a basket with a lid.

"Food!" He proclaimed as he left it on the beach for Sherlock.

Inside were crabs and some local fish.

He swam back out to find help and money for the two fin.

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Sherlock busied himself trying to find larger logs that he could try to make into a leanto. He lucked out finding a small part of a sail that must have blown up on shore. It was torn and ratty, and would only cover one side of his leanto, but it was a start.

What he ended up making hardly looked like a shelter at all, but the piece of sail would at least keep the sun off his head, even if the 4 actual sides were not really walls at all.

He had just managed to shake down one coconut (which came dangerously close to hitting him on the head and killing him when he saw John come back with a.... basket?

He met John in the shallows and opened the basket. "Where did you find this?" He asked, pointing to the basket itself. Inside fish were still flopping around and there was a crab that didn't look like it wanted to be there., But at least, Sherlock figured, he could kill him with a coconut to the head.

He hoped.

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John returned every couple of days with more dish and more crabs. He wanted to make sure this two fin survived.

"Fire?" He asked one day while he was dropping off a basket, "Big fire?"

Maybe the smoke would alert passing ships that there was someone here.

He used the moment while Sherlock thought to nuzzle against his side, being rather affectionate. The blonde mer then pulled back and then dove back under the surf.

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The next few days were a bit of a blur. Sherlock didn't see John very often, but he was busy trying to just keep himself alive. He found a big enough rock to.. dispense with the crabs, but he was still eating the fish raw. More often than not, he was throwing up what he was eating, but he hoped that some of it stayed down at least.

He supplemented the fish and crabs with coconut, which took more energy to open than to eat it seemed, but the water inside cooled his parched throat, and the flesh was sweet and tasty.

Sherlock had no idea how long he had been there. He'd hoped that he'd find a way to make a fire, but there was no flint around, and no glass to try to reflect the sun. It would keep him warm at night, when he mostly just shivered and hardly slept.

"I'd love to have a fire John." He said, stopping in surprise at the gesture of affection. They hadn't talked much about that first day, and hadn't done anything physical since then. Sherlock had managed to wash some of the salt off the clothes he arrived in, so he stayed clothed to try to keep down the sunburn.

He was still beet red and being in the sun any amount of time sapped the little amount of energy he had. He wasn't getting enough food or sleep, but there was nothing either of them could do.

"But I have no way to make one. "

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The next time John returned, he carried a waterproof bag. Inside it was gunpowder. He offered it to Sherlock, looking at him hopefully. Maybe this would help.

He didn't like how red his two fin looked, nor how skinny he seemed. He wanted to help. He promised he would get him home. Maybe this would do it.

He knew the stuff inside that bag weren't good. But maybe it was the good that Sherlock needed.

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"Do... I want to know where you are finding all of this?" Sherlock asked, with humor in his voice. When he opened the bag, soaked with oil so it was waterproof, he knew exactly what this was.

"You don't know what this is, do you?" He asked, opening it so John could see. He was careful not to drop one pellet, it was all precious. It may be his ticket out of here.

Sherlock had taken to sleeping- or trying to sleep - more. He had less and less energy, so he could do less and less foraging, which meant less eating, less energy, and more sleeping. He knew it was a destructive downward spiral, and he was going to die soon if something didn't change.

His clothes were hanging off of him and he had blisters on his skin. There were cuts that looked like they weren't healing and he knew if they got infected, then it would be an even shorter trip to the grave.

But this, this could change everything.

"I... I need to gather combustible material on the beach." He looked up at the sky. "It's too late tonight. I will have to in the morning."

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John nodded and then offered Sherlock something else. It was food specifically his people cultivated. It was nutritious and filling. It looked a bit like seaweed, but it was what Sherlock might need.

"Here. Food. Good, I eat it."

The blonde waited for Sherlock to take it, to eat it. He wanted to make sure the two finner ate all of it. It might help him build strength. John knew how important strength was.

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"Okay." He knew it would be rude not to take it, and while he wasn't sure if it would help him or kill him, right now he was going to die soon anyways.

He sniffed at it. It smelled like rotting seaweed, and kind of looked like it too. But he was starving, so he took a bite.

Sherlock almost threw it back up. It tasted about like it looked, like rotten seaweed. Still, it had to have some good properties if John's people ate it, he figured.

It took quite a while to get it past his gag reflex, and he choked some up a few times, but he managed to get it down. And surprisingly, it stayed down this time, which was a small miracle in itself.

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John beamed at him. He swam over, as close as he dared and kissed the two fin.

"Be safe." He said before diving back under the water.

When he returned early in the morning, he brought another bag, this one also waterproofed. Inside was a variety of gold coins and jewels. Enough for Sherlock to be comfortable for the rest of his life, as well as more of the food they cultivated.

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"Oh..." Sherlock blushed a little bit. "Thank you.".

Sherlock watched him go. Every time John left, Sherlock felt a little worse. Even with the seaweed type snack in his belly, he still wasn't assured that he will be able to stay alive.

Still he was able to make it back to the beach and climbed under the makeshift leanto and immediately fell asleep.

Sherlock hadn't been up long when John came swimming back into the little lagoon that was his home. The seaweed had kept him alive through the night, and he was able to get another coconut in the morning.

He was just finishing it up when John came in. He walked up into the shallows and met him with a warm smile.

"My god, John.. I could almost buy an island with all of this." He looked up at John. "Please tell me where you are getting these. " He took the food as well. It was a little easier to eat this time, though it was still hard to swallow down.

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"Various wood things that are down." He said with a shy smile.

John shifted and curled up against Sherlock, draping his tail over the human's two fins. He was feeling more... He wasn't sure. Ever since the mating.

"I want you safe." He told Sherlock, "make a fire. Please?"

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"Ah, shipwrecks." Sherlock nodded. There was part of him that wondered if he found the ship he was on, but in another way, he didn't want to know because he didn't really want to think about all the people he knew in Davy Jones' locker.

Sherlock was a bit surprised at the sudden clinginess of the fishman. He reached down and gently ran his hand through John's hair, marveling at how soft it was, despite it being constantly wet and salty.

"Alright." He said with a chuckle. "But you are going to have to let go of me." He very gently extricated himself from John and walked onto shore. It took him a while, and he had to waste a little of the precious gunpowder, but eventually he found enough fuel for the fire. It was tricky to get it started, but once it was going, it burnt hot.

"I'm going to have to constantly keep it fed." Sherlock told John when he walked back to the ocean. "So I'll have to sleep less, just nap, because if it goes out I don't have enough to start it again.

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He nodded. John smiled at him and then drove back under the water. He swam to find dry pieces of wood for Sherlock. He brought them back to the small island in another basket. The blonde pushed them onto the beach for Sherlock.

He was going to miss the two fin when he went home.

The blonde turned when he heard a loud boom. His eyes widened. A wood thing! He dove under the water and swam away. He didn't want to get caught.

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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.

He was going to be rescued.

He was going to go home.

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John surfaced and watched as his two fin was rescued by the wood thing. He smiled sadly. He might never see the two fin again.

He dove back under the water and swam back towards his small home.

Over the next two months, he went through the motions, often looking towards the surface. Was Sherlock missing him? He sunk down onto the area he slept on. He had been feeling ill the past few days. Perhaps he should see a shaman.

The blonde headed to see a shaman the next day.

He allowed himself to go through an examination, recounting the events of the past several months. He glossed over his time with the two fin. There was much stigma about interacting with them.

But, he was shocked when the shaman told him was with child.

The two finner's child.

How was this going to work?

He swallowed, his arms coming around to cradle his belly. Oh Poseidon.

The shaman informed him there was a way, but he would have to return to the water at least an hour once a day.

John nodded. Anything. He needed to find the two fin... His Sherlock.

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Sherlock didn't see John watching him. He was too busy getting assistance from the people on the boat. They were out of Barbados, which is the opposite way from Sherlock's home island of Trinidad, but he would be able to find a boat home from there.

He looked forlornly at the island. He hadn't even gotten to say goodbye to John.

It took several weeks of sailing to get back to Trinidad. By the time he got back, he was much closer to his normal weight, though he was still thin, dark from the weeks he spent in the sun.

At first, Sherlock just took a couple of weeks to get back to living with other humans again.

Eventually, he found a bit of property on a less inhabited part of Trinidad. He bought it, because had a rundown house already on it. He used some of the coins that John had gotten him to hire men to fix the place up, including putting in a dock, even though for now he didn't have even a little dinghy.

Days turned into weeks, and soon enough it passed two months since he'd been rescued. He thought about John every day, and he would sit out on the deck around sunset every night, wondering what he was doing at that moment.

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Trinidad.

What an odd name.

But he knew he had been at the island before.

Before he left to find his mate, he gathered some jewels and gold, along with other things that he could fit in a bag.

He popped his head out of the water, looking around. There was a dock, and a little house. A good place to rest under the dock.

John put a hand on his three month belly and dove back down under the water to swim over to the dock.

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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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John looked up at the dock, realizing that there was someone up there.

Oh no.

He swallowed and slipped further into the water. He wondered who it was.

Last time he had been this way, it had been empty. At least the house. He slipped the bag off and tucked it against the dry land and a post.

John swam to the end of the dock and carefully pulled himself up, just enough to see...

OH!

His two fin.

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Sherlock was off in his own world, staring out into the vastness of the ocean , not looking at anything in particular.

A small ripple and a light splash caught his attention. The light was low, so it was a bit hard to see, but there was something in the water. He leaned forward and strained his eyes to see...

"J-j-ohn?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper.

It... couldn't be.

But it was.