Moriarty grinned unpleasantly out of his room's porthole as the ship passed the mainland. "Look at it, Magnussen. An entire New World chock full of gold, just waiting for me."
"And scores of adventures waiting for us, right, Sabastian? Do you think we'll meet some savages?" Magnussen airily chatted.
"If we do, we should be sure to give them a proper English greeting," The grin on Moriarty's face was even wider now, if possible.
"Oh, gift baskets!" Magnussen exclaimed happily.
"And he came so highly recommended…" Moriarty groaned.
John knocked politely on the door before entering the Governor's room. "It's perfect, Governor. The water's deep enough, we can pull right up to shore," John informed, "Hey there, Sabastian." John ruffled the pug's fur, much to the dog's annoyance.
"Very well, then. Give the order," Moriarty dismissed.
"Already done, sir. I've got a crew assembled and they're ready to go," John explained.
"About the natives," Moriarty began, "I'm counting on you to make sure those filthy heathens don't disrupt our mission."
"Well, if they're anything like the savages I've fought before, it's nothing I can't handle," John smirked.
"Right. That'll be all, Watson, there's a good man."
John turned to leave, mussing up the dog's fur yet again. "See you, Sebastian," he bid, closing the door.
"The men like Watson, don't they?" Moriarty asked, "I've never been a popular man."
"I like you," Magnussen blushed.
"And don't think I don't know what those backstabbers at court say about me…" Moriarty continued, ignoring his assistant.
"Oh yes, all that talk about you being a pathetic social climber who's failed at everything he's—"
"I'm very well aware that this is my last chance for glory," The governor growled, "But mark my words, Magnussen, when King James see the gold these peasants unearth success will be mine, at last."
Out on the deck, the crew gathered around the side of the boat to catch their first glimpse of the new world.
"Wake up! Shake a leg!" Donovan ordered.
"It's incredible," Anderson gawked.
"And it's all ours. I've never seen anything like it," Archie gasped, enthralled.
"It can look like Moriarty's knickers, for all I care, just as long as we get off this stinking boat," Donovan groaned.
"Come on, men, we didn't come all this way just to look at it," John announced.
Sherlock watched as those strange… men? Docked their ship.
"Keep it taut, lads, keep it taut! Steady, steady," Donovan instructed.
"Ah, that's far enough! All right now, tie her off," Anderson barked.
"Here, John, tie up this end. John? John? What are you doing up there?" Archie questioned as John climbed the cliff.
"Getting a better look," He answered, when he felt something bump into him. He looked down and saw Greg, "Hey! Well, you're a strange-looking fellow. You hungry?" He dug a sea biscuit out of his bag, "Here you go, it's a biscuit. It's food… Well, sort of…" Greg sniffed it and took a bite, before enthusiastically devouring it, "You like it, eh? Well, try eating it for four months straight. You got a friend back there?" Billy surged forward pecking at John and flying in his face, "Hey, what, what, watch out! No… Get that… Look out!"
"John! You better get down here! The Governor's coming ashore!" Archie called.
"All right, all right, I'm leaving," John grunted to the bird, going back down to the shore.