From cjnwriter: "A warm sweater."
"Do you know, Holmes," I said we pulled the dinghy onto the beach, "Given everything we went through, I'm considerably less wet than I expected."
"It's these guernsey sweaters, Watson," my friend said, touching the knit fabric with his unbroken arm. "It is no wonder that many sailors swear by them. They repel water most admirably."
I winced as I was forced to put my weight onto my bad leg. "A pity that they do not repel bullets equally well."
"Indeed."
"Well, I suppose we must make the best of it. Let us see the map and see if we can determine where we came to land."
"...I thought that you had grabbed the map, dear fellow."
"I, Holmes? I was busy returning pistol fire!"
There was an uncomfortable pause as both of us looked out to where the SS Friesland had just finished sinking. Then at the dinghy with its pitifully small load of supplies.
"Well, Watson," my friend said at last. "At least there is one silver lining to our situation."
"And what is that?"
Holmes touched his sweater again. "We shall likely be quite warm."
