AN: Some Watson in this chapter, because there was a distinct lack of John in the last.

"Captain, with all due respect, I don't see anything here except for a lot of mist."

"Watson, what have I told you about doubting me?"

"That it's idiotic and may be grounds to make me walk the plank?"

"Precisely."

Captain Sherlock turned on his heel and began walking towards the port side of the ship, his figure almost completely disappearing into the thick fog.

"Yes," said Watson, scurrying after, "But you even said yourself that there were two possible locations that the clue from St. Bartholomew was leading you to. Two places, and when you went to talk to Lord Lestrade about it in London, he didn't even give you a straight answer. You just told him your assumptions, and then waltzed on out the door. The crew didn't think we were really leaving until we were more than a league out to sea." The first mate stopped as he almost ran into the Captain whose frantic walking had come to a halt and leaned on the railing next to him.

"Look, all I'm saying is, there's nothing here. No one has ever seen anything here, no records or anything. No islands or trading posts or ancient shipwrecks, so how do you know that this is the right spot when Lestrade told you nothing?"

"He may not have told me anything, but he gave me all the information I needed to know. Eyes off the deck and onto the horizon, Molly. You're the only thing that's keeping us from crashing into a sandbank. Please don't make me regret putting you on lookout duty." The pirate threw over his shoulder as he resumed his pacing towards the captain's quarters at the bow of the ship. Watson glanced up towards the top of the mast in time to see Molly duck back into the crow's nest, cheeks tinged scarlet before setting off after Sherlock.

"What do you mean, he gave you information? He didn't talk! The only person saying anything that say was you!"

The captain turned on his heel abruptly, putting his face inches from John's. "And tell me, First Mate Watson, what was Lestrade doing while I was speaking?"

Watson frowned as the memories from the day resurfaced. "Well not much, seeing as you had your sword at his throat."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "So, he wasn't struggling?"

"No… well, he might have been trying, but you had him pinned against the wall."

"Pinned against the walls by his wrists. Elementary, First Mate Watson," Sherlock turned on his heel again, continuing his walk expecting Watson to follow him as he always did and as he would do today. "My right hand was holding my sword, but my left is the one that was important. It was on Lestrade's pulse point. So you see, he didn't have to say anything. All I had to do was mention the name of the two places that the code was possibly leading us to. When I mentioned that we were thinking of heading in a direction that would bring us to the southernmost tip of the coast of the coast of Africa, Lestrade didn't bat an eyelash. He also seemed unconcerned when I added that we might take a brief detour up to the Northern Western Coast of America to do some pillaging, however as soon as I mentioned the continent his pulse sped up. Increase in pulse means increase in nerves. He knew I had figured it out, but he didn't want to show it." Sherlock gave a brief chuckle as he reached the door to his cabin.

"That… that's ingenious Captain, brillia- what's so funny?" Watson questioned as he reached the pirate in time to hear his quiet laugh.

Sherlock drew a key from the inside pocket of his coat. "I always find it amusing when people believe that they can deceive me." He stated as he slipped the key into the lock.

Watson smiled in amusement, but then frowned as a question crossed his mind. "Captain, why are you going into your cabin? Shouldn't you stay out here so you can look for your island or shipwreck or whatever treasure of yours is going to be on?"

"No Watson," Sherlock sighed as he opened the cabin door. "I need some peace and quiet so I can think."

"Think about what?"

"About the best and most efficient way to defeat the three British Navy ships that have been following us for the past forty leagues."

Watson whipped his head around, searching for the silhouettes of the ships, but failed to see anything through the dense mist.

"How do you know- no, on second thought Captain, never mind." First Mate Watson smiled to himself as he walked back towards the bow of the ship while Sherlock slipped inside his cabin. He would ask his Captain about that another time; he had enough explanations for one day.

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