Molly thought it was so unfair.
Jack, the king of the playground and his gang caught her, the lonely little girl. Again. He grabbed her hair and threatened her with a sound trashing. Again. Molly silently praised for some superpower or a miracle to bring some turn into the events.
'Leave her alone.'
A pale and thin boy appeared. He was about Molly's age and absolutely new on the playground. New enough to pick a quarrel with Jack.
'Woohoo, what can I see?' Jack sneered and pushed Molly to the ground. She ended up in a brush but she considered that it was better to have twigs and leaves in your hair, rather than bruises on your face.
'If you want to fight, don't try with girls. Come and face me.'
'Look, guys, chivalry is still alive. Silly Molly has got a boyfriend!' The gang laughed cruelly. Molly started to concern but the boy stayed unsettingly calm.
'You repel me.' He answered simply. Immediately Jack grew angry.
'Really? Then, if you're a sooo big guy, try me.'
Everything happened very quickly. The strange boy started forward and hit Jack right in the middle of his face. There was a bodeful crack and Jack screamed in pain. He covered his face with his hands but it was pretty clear that his nose broke. The tiny boy broke the nose of the playground's king. Everybody, including Molly, stared at him, gaping like a fish.
'Yes, as you saw, I've punched him and I will punch all of you, if you don't go. Now.'
The boys ran off, Jack with his bleeding nose followed them and Molly slowly scrambled to her feet.
'Thank you.' She said timidly. 'That was absolutely cool. I mean, saving me. But a bit thoughtless. They will want their revenge so be prepared because they will beat you. They would have beaten me.'
'Yeah, sure.' They boy answered absent-mindedly.
'By the way, my name is Molly. What's yours?'
'What?... Sherlock. My name is Sherlock Holmes.'
'Do you want to play with me?' She asked hopefully.
'No. It would be tedious, I never play.' Sherlock's tone was impatient and nasty. He just wanted to leave this mousy little girl and find something exciting, something really interesting against his boredom.
'Oh... Right.' Molly felt very sad and unlucky. These boys are so alike. They only want to fight, never play.
Sherlock stepped out from the hiding of the brush but suddenly someone caught his observing eyes.
'Oh no, it's Mycroft!' He hissed and ducked down behind the bush. Molly followed him.
'Mycroft?' She asked.
'My brother. He is seven years older than me and he is rather bossy. He always spies on me. Unbearable.'
'I know.' Molly sighed. 'I've got three brothers, all of them are elder than me. They always want to protect me. You can't imagine how complicated to get away from them.'
'I see. Once you're quit of your brothers, you run into trouble immediately.' Sherlock answered mockingly, refering to the previous incident with the boys.
'A pirate has to face the difficulties.' Molly waved her hand pridefully.
'A pirate?' First time since they met the boy seemed to be really curious.
'Shh! If they hear us, they will bore down on the treasure.' Molly whispered.
'No, we can't let them to have the treasure. We need a very quick and strong ship to beat them. Do you have one?'
'O-ho, so now you want to play...?'
'A pirate never plays.' Sherlock sounded so sincere that made Molly laugh. 'So... What did you say, what's your name?'
'Molly. Molly Hooper.' She smiled.
'Pleasure to sail with you, Captain Hooper.'
