Satisfied that Holmes would be okay, I moved to my next order of business. Making sure to stay close to Holmes (whom I had moved to a more sheltered location) I gathered some long branches, and interlocked them to make a sort of wall, which I then leaned against the rock to make a lean-to. I was grateful for my army training.
Making sure to stay within a fifteen-yard radius of Holmes, I collected some firewood.
Once I had done that (those bugs were going to be the death of me) I dragged them back to the lean-to. I was in the process of making a fire pit when Holmes stirred.
"Watson?"
"Yes."
"What happened?"
"Can you not deduce it for yourself?" I asked playfully.
He glared at me.
"Fine. The lifeboat crashed on an island. We were the only two in the lifeboat. Your arm was hurt, I made a lean-to, and I am making a fire," I said, all the while coaxing a flame into a fire.
"Where did you learn to.. oh."
"Yes, one of the few useful things from my time in the army. Anyway, I am going to try to make a fishing rod and catch us a meal." The fire roared to life.
"So, Holmes, what are we going to do?" I asked between bites of fish.
"You are the one with the survival training," he said, rubbing his injured arm.
"Yes. You're the genius. So dazzle me."
Suddenly, a rustling came from the bushes. I turned its way to see a pair of eyes staring at us. Then their owner stepped forward.
A.N. Okay, if you flame this, I don't blame you. But please, let me know if I should continue… and no, I do not know where this is going.