AN: So second chapter up right after the first just as i promised. Woohoo~ Lestrade and Molly going out to rescue the man overboard. Reviews please, let me know how i'm doing and what you like about this story after you have read it finish! Thank you guys, in advance haha :) aaaaand, HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Chapter Two: Let Me Talk To The Captain
"Man overboard! Man overboard! On the starboard side!" calls Donavan from the Nest.
"Mycroft! Lifebuoy!" Lestrade, second in command, orders as he looks over the rails on the starboard side.
"He's unconscious!" Mycroft says as he joins Lestrade by the rails both looking over the side at the wreck of a ship nearby.
"Lower the rowboat. Molly, take some blankets with you, you're coming with me," he says to the petite woman, as he drops down the rope nimbly and into the rowboat, taking the woolen blankets and furs from Molly setting them aside and helping her into the boat.
"Hold onto these," he says, piling the furs and blankets back on her and taking the oars.
"Okay," she answers, holding tight to the warm furs as they make their way out in the light drizzle to the wreckage of the ship.
"Bloody hell, the mast split the whole ship," Lestrade commented as they neared the scene, picking through the debris, they neared the golden blonde haired head sticking out of the water.
Lestrade lets go of the oars and reaches over the side of the boat, hand going to feel for a pulse on the man's neck. A soft fluttering of a heartbeat is there, he's barely holding on to his life. "Molly, ready the blankets we wrap him in it when we're done," he says, now attempting to pull in the body of the man.
The body is light and it does not take much effort to lift onto the boat. Lestrade notices a satchel with him and takes it off of the body then they quickly wrap him in the blankets and cover him with the furs. Lestrade turns the boat around now and makes a headway for the ship once more, the oars cutting through the waves, the light drizzle has stopped and once more there is nothing save for the lapping of the water.
The rowboat docks beside the anchored ship and Lestrade and Molly climb up the ladder, joining the rest of the crew as they draw the boat back up. Together the three of them, Lestrade, Molly and Mycroft carry the body out of the rowboat, setting it on the wooden planks of the ship. The crew has gathered around now, even Donavan is down from the Nest.
"Who is he?" Donavan asks, peering at the pale face as it slowly regains its color.
Lestrade shrugs, peeling off the furs and blankets with Molly's help, "I don't know, looks like a normal seaman to me," he says rubbing the man's arms to induce blood circulation back into the limbs.
"Mycroft, that bag over there, check through its contents see what we can learn from it. I found it on his person when I pulled him in," Lestrade said pointing to the brown satchel.
Mycroft took the bag, opening it and laying out its contents, "He's got some surgical instruments, wet bandages, a change of clothes, rosary, locket and a journal," he says as he takes out each item, "Is he injured? Or maybe a doctor?"
"I doubt he's injured, maybe he's a doctor," Molly offers as she returns with a warm drink in hand.
"The Captain will want to know about that…" Lestrade murmurs, trailing off when he sees a fluttering of eyelashes before the man himself is awake.
John lies on his back, staring up at the faces that are crowding around him. They were the ones whose voices he'd been hearing this whole time. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out.
"You should drink this, it'll make you feel better," said a woman with a soft angelic face and light brown hair as she held out a mug to him, steam rising from the hot contents inside.
"Drink it and then tell us who you are and where you're from," Lestrade says staring at the man as he sits, then fixes cerulean blue eyes on him.
John takes the mug, the warmth of it transferring to his cold hands as he wraps his fingers around it, bringing it to his lips slowly, the warm fluid fills his mouth, he swallows, letting the warmth spread through his body. Finishing the drink, he hands the mug back to the petite woman.
"What was that drink?" he asks.
"Mint Tea, it helps keep you warm," she says smiling.
"Alright, now tell us your name, your purpose, occupation and where you come from," the man with a strict face says, staring him down with fierce grey-ish eyes.
"Um…My name is John…John Hamish Watson. I…I was a doctor on the previous ship and I come from England," he lies smoothly. They are pirates, all the more reason not to trust them with what he really was doing on that ship. If they knew, they might throw him overboard or send him straight to the Company but that was less likely, seeing as the Company also served to rid the globe of pirates.
"A doctor. Where are you papers?" the strict man asks.
"I…I don't have them," John stammers, watching the man's movements.
"Overboard it is then, come on," he says dragging John up.
"What? What, no! No! This is a mistake. Um…I demand to talk to your captain this very instant! I want to see the captain!" John shouts, struggling in the strong grasp.
"I am in charge here, the captain is not around," the man growls.
The crew John notices, follows this man's orders crowding in and preventing him from escaping as they head to the gangplank. He's survived once and John realizes that he doesn't want to die. Not yet, he hasn't lived enough.
"I demand you take me to your captain!" he shouts, all the louder as he struggles.
There is loud banging of doors, the sound of boots on the wood, deep and hollow, it is coming in this direction. Silence falls over the crew John realizes before a deep, smooth voice calls out. "Lestrade! What is all the fuss out here!"
AN: *queue the piano* den den den. Well two chapters in a day :) Hope you guys have enjoyed it. I'll be taking a rest for now should be posting again very soon.