"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE'RE NOT GOING TO MY SHIP!?"
Sherlock was beyond mad; he was beyond enraged, he was even beyond furious.
Berserk was far too soft an adjective to describe his current state of anger.
You could say he was seeing red, but the color of that red would've been strong enough that it almost appeared as though his eyes were glowing with that same intense color.
"There are other, more important, things we must attend to."
"MORE IMPORTANT!? What is more important than my ship and my crew!?"
"Royalty, government, matters of state, a good deal many things Sherlock."
"I don't give a DAMN about any of that! I'm going to the Pistoris to save my CREW and you cannot stop me!"
Sherlock stormed off in the direction of the life boats but he was stopped in his tracks by a couple of burly soldiers who seized him by the arms and forced him back towards his brother.
"Release me this instant! I will not abandon my ship!"
"Yes you will brother dear."
"NO HE WON'T!"
John's voice rang out above the bedlam of the sibling's argument and everyone froze instantly. Despite his relatively short stature John seemed to loom over everyone else on the deck of the Diogenes as he marched forward with clenched fists.
"I am sick to death of you two going at each other like archenemies, and I've only spent half an hour in both your presences!" He scolded, like a parent reprimanding naughty children.
"Now, we will be sailing to the aid of the Pistoris in the hope that there is still a Pistoris with all her crew. Then we will attend to your matters of state, as that has less priority than human lives." John's eyes burned like hot embers as he stared down anyone who might defy him, Mycroft was even too frightened to protest. Turning to the commander, the doctor's eyebrows shot up to the center of his forehead and he jammed his finger towards Mycroft's face as he said
"Also, that ship is loaded with a wealth of treasure intended for your government, so this works in your favor as well." Stepping back John gave a nod to the two brothers.
"This is beneficial to everyone so everyone gets to be happy. No squabbling, no complaining, no dilly-dallying, let's go." He finished his rant, turned on his heel and stomped off, leaving the Holmes boys to obey his commands.
Sherlock and Mycroft looked at one another with wide eyes before the commander glanced back forward, gazing after the doctor.
"…where did you say you got him?" He asked in bewilderment. All Sherlock could do was shake his head in response.
"I'm not so sure I'm the one who did the getting." He muttered, completely baffled.
"You realize you just managed to confuse two Holmes's in the same room at the same time in less than two minutes." Anthean whispered to John in awe, they were standing by the railing of the ship, looking out towards the vast horizon.
"Did I now?" John responded nonchalantly.
"Yea! You deserve a medal for that." The young brunette murmured.
"And here I thought the real achievement was getting them to shut up." The doctor said with a shrug.
They both laughed at that, their voices disappearing into the open air above the azure ocean.
Meanwhile, in the background, Mycroft and Sherlock were setting a course for the Pistoris.