And then you didn't really ask for this, but I blame you for putting the one about the Reichenbach Fall right after the one about pirates, so it's still your fault.
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Between the storm and the attack, there's so much to do that for a little while you forget to worry about Sherlock and Moriarty entirely. The wounded just keep piling up until the physician's quarters is no longer large enough and the injured start spilling out into the hallway. For hours, the smell of blood and the moans of the sick are your only reality.
It doesn't occur to you that there might still be trouble onboard until your assistant finally forces you to take a break and sends you to the deck for some fresh air. Leaning heavily on the bannister for balance, you squint past the churning water at the front of the boat, searching for an end to the storm in the distance. Even looking in the right direction, you only just barely notice the two men squaring off on the bow. Sherlock's ridiculous, flapping coat gives him away, and you have no doubt that Moriarty must be holding the other cutlass.
The boat is still rocking, and the old wound in your leg pounds after the strain of the day, but regardless, you stumble your way up the deck toward them until a particularly large wave knocks you right off your feet and headfirst into the balustrade. Dazed, you fumble for your pistol, trying to regain your footing and shouting Sherlock's name until your throat is raw. But, by the time you can stand again, there is no one left on the bow. Faintly, you can hear the cry of the watch over the roar of the wind: man overboard.
Though you insist the search go on for days, they never do find a body in the water.
I love you, but kind of hate you, too, just so you know.
... This is my favourite AU ever.
<3
(Also, this makes me think - you should see Master and Commander, if you have not seen it. Although you wrote this so well, somehow, I'd be surprised if you HADN'T seen it or read it...!) (On the topic of other awesome sea-tales of derring-do).
........ The odds are admittedly not in our favour, but for the record, I am officially declaring to the universe that should I ever win the lottery, hiring you to do so will be my exact plan.
An amazing, amazing book series. With a terrible title. "The Aubrey/Maturin series" is the actual title... "Master and Commander" is the title of the first book, and the folks who decided to make a movie of it had the great wisdom to use that as the title instead. And never mention the other one.
But it's about this navy captain who is BASICALLY Alan Doyle from Great Big Sea befriending this somewhat bitter Irish naturalist ninja spy (no joke) and their grand adventures on the ocean. It's basically... the sunniest happiest friends at sea story ever, for being "serious" and historical. I don't know how to describe it. I normally hate historic fiction, but I caught the movie late night outdoors at the Halifax Tall Ships festival and basically fell in love. (Plus, it's slashy as heck. You have not read subtext until you've read Patrick O'Brian).
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Between the storm and the attack, there's so much to do that for a little while you forget to worry about Sherlock and Moriarty entirely. The wounded just keep piling up until the physician's quarters is no longer large enough and the injured start spilling out into the hallway. For hours, the smell of blood and the moans of the sick are your only reality.
It doesn't occur to you that there might still be trouble onboard until your assistant finally forces you to take a break and sends you to the deck for some fresh air. Leaning heavily on the bannister for balance, you squint past the churning water at the front of the boat, searching for an end to the storm in the distance. Even looking in the right direction, you only just barely notice the two men squaring off on the bow. Sherlock's ridiculous, flapping coat gives him away, and you have no doubt that Moriarty must be holding the other cutlass.
The boat is still rocking, and the old wound in your leg pounds after the strain of the day, but regardless, you stumble your way up the deck toward them until a particularly large wave knocks you right off your feet and headfirst into the balustrade. Dazed, you fumble for your pistol, trying to regain your footing and shouting Sherlock's name until your throat is raw. But, by the time you can stand again, there is no one left on the bow. Faintly, you can hear the cry of the watch over the roar of the wind: man overboard.
Though you insist the search go on for days, they never do find a body in the water.
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I love you, but kind of hate you, too, just so you know.
... This is my favourite AU ever.
<3
(Also, this makes me think - you should see Master and Commander, if you have not seen it. Although you wrote this so well, somehow, I'd be surprised if you HADN'T seen it or read it...!) (On the topic of other awesome sea-tales of derring-do).
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AAAAAGH SHERLOCK AND PIRATES WHY ARE YOU SO PERFECT?
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But it's about this navy captain who is BASICALLY Alan Doyle from Great Big Sea befriending this somewhat bitter Irish naturalist ninja spy (no joke) and their grand adventures on the ocean. It's basically... the sunniest happiest friends at sea story ever, for being "serious" and historical. I don't know how to describe it. I normally hate historic fiction, but I caught the movie late night outdoors at the Halifax Tall Ships festival and basically fell in love. (Plus, it's slashy as heck. You have not read subtext until you've read Patrick O'Brian).
... ... This probably sums up everything you need to know: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1Aahrm_L_w
The series started in the 70s and is Irish to boot - I wouldn't be surprised if your mother might have read some of them - could be worth inquiring.
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