Sherlock sat down silently at his desk, fingers gently strumming against the brown wood as he stared at the wall in deep thought. Being a captain of a pirate ship was stressful indeed but it had its rewards such as the three ships he now had under his control. His crew was large, at least 120 men that were as blood thirsty as they were stupid. But what came with the reward was also worry, his first mate had been acting off and he was beginning to wonder what he could possibly be up to. Surely whatever the man was up to wasn't good yet Sherlock hoped he wouldn't do anything that would lead him to punish him by death.
Moriarty and he had been friends since before they had decided to become a band of pirates. Sherlock let out a sigh before looking out the window at the pouring rain. Outside of his quarters was disaster, a storm had come in nearly a week before and had yet to subside and all the crew seemed to be anxious about something though Sherlock still didn't know what about. Surely they weren't going to drown in the dark depths below their own ship.
He had watched it happened a time or two before. Some had been his own ships but others belonged to other pirates. The waves would be bigger than expected, some would come in directions that the crew couldn't guess. The ships would break apart as if they were as fragile as tissue paper. It was something both horrifying and absolutely outstanding. It always did remind Sherlock that one should never think they have conquered something as unpredictable and wild as the ocean itself.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the door to his quarters open. It wasn't common for someone to come into his room without being summoned. The only person who was allowed to do that with little or no punishment was Moriarty himself. After all they were his first mate and someone that the pirate captain trusted more than anyone. Though Sherlock did have to admit there were times that he wasn't sure where the first mate's allegiances lied.
He looked up to identify who the intruder was though at first it was a bit hard to make out. The lightening appeared in the sky, illuminating the person standing in the doorway and the rain from outside sounded louder than before. Some of the water drenched the carpet closest to the door that had been opened. Moriarty stood in the doorway silently, his hands in his pocket as he looked a little anxious over something. His hair clung to his face, soaked with sweat and salty sea water, bags were under his eyes from sleepless nights. It wasn't completely uncommon but at the same time there was something in his eyes, something wild. Sherlock assumed that there was something extremely wrong: something happened to the ship or the crew.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Sherlock stood up from his desk and walked closer to the other man, the only man he had trusted with his life. The man who had saved him from death several times and he the same, Moriarty didn't look up yet, they kept their eyes trained to the nice red carpet they both were standing was something that Sherlock had noticed Moriarty did at times. It was something Sherlock normally brushed off as a nervous habit. This had worried him further. Sherlock licked his lips nervously and tried to close the last couple steps between them.
Sherlock was about to say something when a loud gun shot rang through the cabin and pain shot through his body. He swore that the sound was far louder than the waves and rain outside. For a moment everything went still- as if the ocean had stopped to witness what was currently taking place above it's equally dangerous depths.
Sherlock's ocean blue eyes slowly looked down at the bullet wound against his side- it was something that could easily kill him if he didn't get first aid quickly enough. blood poured out of he wound and all over his clothing. All he could do was stare as he continued to pale before looking up in shock at whom he believed to be his best friend. Instead of the loving look on Moriarty's face that Sherlock was used to seeing there was an insane smile plastered on his face, a side of him Sherlock had never seen before.
"I owe you, for letting my Sebastian die." Sherlock began to fall but Moriarty caught him in his arms and giggled "no no no, not going to be making a mess of the carpet-I'll be captain and I don't exactly want to see any blood stains on my carpet, you see?"
Sherlock's mouth opened and closed slightly as if he was trying to talk but nothing would come out.
"Nothing to say then? No last words?" Moriarty said sounding a bit bored "Your so dull." He picked up the wounded captain up in his arms, using his foot to swing the door open loudly where the crew was waiting. They saw their wounded, pale captain in Moriarty's arms and to Sherlock's surprised they all cheered happily in Moriarty's triumph. Moriarty smiled proudly before leaning down to whisper in Sherlock's ear "They love me because they think you're a fraud Sherlock, they think everything you did was my idea, what ships to take, people to kill, everything was my doing to them. They want me-not you." Sherlock groaned slightly in pain and tried to get away but he was far too weak to do so. Blood was seeping into his shirt that was sticking to his small frame from both rain and blood.
"Now what am I to do with this man?" Moriarty asked loudly to the crew, they began to chant 'Throw him overboard.' Over and over again together excitedly as the man holding the hurt pirate captain began to progress towards the side of the ship. He looked down at the dying man a second and giggled "Good bye Sherlock-I'll see you in hell." With that he threw the man into the hungry sea to die.