No
Nonononononononononononononono…
NO!
John couldn't believe what he was seeing, it was impossible. He must be hallucinating! Or something of the sort, Sherlock couldn't be here, he couldn't! Out of all the people in the world, and all the ones on the sea, and all of them who wound up half-drowned in the middle of-
DROWNED!
Scrambling to check Sherlock's pulse John was terrified for the briefest of moments while his fingers waited for the light sensation of pumping blood in the pirate's neck.
It was there, thank god, relatively strong considering how bad a situation Sherlock had been in.
Why had he been floating in the middle of the ocean? How had he survived? All questions that the captain would have to answer when he woke up. But for now John needed to focus on getting both of them in a survivable situation.
That meant food and water for the clearly dehydrated and exhausted pirate, John would also need to get that blanket up and block the harsh sunlight. Not to mention how bad John was shivering, this portion of the ocean was far from the Caribbean and did not have the same temperate waters. No, the North Atlantic was a cold and unforgiving mistress with frigid waters and vicious storms.
First things first, warmth. John could feel the chill begin to seep into his bones with every passing moment and he was sure the same was true for the unconscious pirate.
Leaning over to Sherlock he peeled off the heavy dark coat, with great difficulty that is. The fabric was fairly glued to the man, weighed down by the water that soaked it through. And on top of that, Sherlock's body behaved like a rag doll, a rag doll that weighed a bloody ton! So every time John tried to pull an arm out of a sleeve the whole body would flop around uselessly, the doctor was yanked off his feet several times during the ordeal. But after much effort, Sherlock was decently de-clothed.
…
That came out more awkward than I intended…
Ahem…
Sherlock was no longer being suffocated by his sopping wet clothes. John, on the other hand, was still drenched with cold water but had long ago gone numb. He pulled the blanket out of the corner of the boat and wrapped it around himself and Sherlock.
"Don't worry mate, this isn't what it looks like." John muttered into Sherlock's damp curls that had wound up on the doctor's shoulder. After a brief pause John's mouth twitched a little and he said
"Well, maybe it is, but you've got nothing to worry about, I'll make sure you're well taken care of."
"Not that I'm motherly or anything like that, I just am not letting you die until I get the chance to talk to you again. That's all."
Glancing at Sherlock's calm face, relaxed in his unconsciousness, John sighed.
"And you're really not awake are you? I shouldn't talk to an unconscious body; I'll go mad before I've even been out here a week."
After a few more minutes of silence that John really couldn't tell was awkward or not, the doctor decided Sherlock was warm enough, and being still not awake he would have to find a way to hydrate the man.
Gently lowering him onto the bench that lay across the two sides of the dinghy John retrieved one of the vials of water from the storage compartment. Lifting Sherlock onto his lap, John opened his mouth and pinched his nose shut.
"C'mon Sherlock, can't have you dying of thirst now can we?" Thankfully, Sherlock was very relaxed; this was even harder if the person was tense. The liquid slid easily down the pirate's throat and John let out a small sigh at knowing that Sherlock would be alright.
Then, after having given the captain a satisfactory amount of water, John allowed himself a small sip. He wished he could say he was trying to be conservative, but in truth he was trying to save as much of the water for Sherlock as humanly possible. Why?
Because John was selfish, he wanted the pirate to live because…well…you know.
Or, at least, you should know, if you've been paying attention to the story.
Anyways, the doctor returned to Sherlock's side and was about to lay his head down on his lap (So Sherlock would be more comfortable, obviously) when he noticed two grey eyes peering at him between heavy lids.
"Sherlock? Sherlock!"