(He's not including himself in that. He's fine. He's exorcised his demons; his memories are intact. Jon is gone, and he's all the better for it.
Even if it is lonely.)]
First, we have to make it into port. I'll take my chances with the police -- as long as my feet are on dry land.
[Not even the spooky pirate atmosphere can make him like being on this ship. It was Jon who liked those things, anyway. He pushes himself upright, off the railing -- and immediately stumbles and almost falls. Thinking better of his original plan, Sherlock walks himself along the rail toward the helm, putting one hand in front of the other on the wooden bulwark.]
I'll steer. You, follow my directions, and adjust the sails.
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(He's not including himself in that. He's fine. He's exorcised his demons; his memories are intact. Jon is gone, and he's all the better for it.
Even if it is lonely.)]
First, we have to make it into port. I'll take my chances with the police -- as long as my feet are on dry land.
[Not even the spooky pirate atmosphere can make him like being on this ship. It was Jon who liked those things, anyway. He pushes himself upright, off the railing -- and immediately stumbles and almost falls. Thinking better of his original plan, Sherlock walks himself along the rail toward the helm, putting one hand in front of the other on the wooden bulwark.]
I'll steer. You, follow my directions, and adjust the sails.
[At least he sounds confident?]