“You… you told me once… that you weren’t a hero. There were times when I didn’t even think you were human, but let me tell you this. You were the best man, the most human… human being that I’ve ever known and no one will ever convince me that you told me a lie, so… there. I was so alone… and I owe you so much. But please, there’s just one more thing, one more miracle, Sherlock, for me, don’t me… dead. Would you do that just for me? Just stop it. Stop this…”
Alas! Captain Holmes has foundeth himself a wench. He hath found himself a relief for his sexual frustration among the local whore. He will do finely.
“Oh. Lovely. You’re picking me up and apparently can’t hear a word I say.” John had accepted his fate the moment Sherlock stepped into the room. Whatever he was doing, he wouldn’t stop until it was satisfied, unfortunately, that usually meant bad things for someone. In this case, John. His five foot seven inches of army glory was lost when all six foot three inches of Sherlock decided he wanted John elsewhere.
This would be the third time Sherlock had hoisted him off the ground. The first two had ended up with both of them bruised and this time wasn’t looking much different.
So basically, you should read this because lol, Sherlock is being a pirate.