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Holmes

I awoke. It was the morning, and a bright sun beat against my eyes, forcing me to turn my head against the floor. I received a mouthful of sand for my efforts, and this was enough of a surprise to make me pull apart my eyes. I was... on a beach. It took me a while to remember what had happened, but the moment I did, the thought sent a jolt though my spine and I sat bolt upright. Where was I? Where was Watson? Where was anyone for that matter? I stood up shakily and swept a lock of hair from my face, looking around I was greatly surprised to see a thick forest behind me. The table from the night before lay a few paces away. Again I found myself asking the same questions over and over, but one in particular came to mind. Where was Watson? Was it to much to hope that he had survived as well and been carried to the same place? No. The under-currents should have technically carried us both the same way. After a moment of contemplation I decided that if I found the relatively larger table on which I last saw him on, I should find him near by. With this thought in mind I started to walk, following the coast line and remaining ever vigilant.

I had been walking for a quarter of an hour now. Trying hard to suppress the thoughts oppressing upon my mind, for once I was by no means grateful for all my cleverness that was, at present, throwing up facts and figures. For instance the fact that my own survival was due to luck, and the probability was that the fates had not extended the same fortune to my friend. A deep sadness washed over me. If he really was... gone, then I would never forgive my self, nothing would ever be the same.

I was just getting desperate when something caught my eye. A table floating by some rocks just out to sea. I ran forward to the shore-line. was Watson to be found somewhere near the craggy rocks that protruded from the water? I was worth a try, taking off my shoes I walked forward into the sea, the waves lapping at my legs and wetting my clothes that had previously been dried by the sun. I wadded forward, and then began to swim, I was weak, but the thought of my companion keep me going. Reaching the rocks I managed, after some effort that resulted in a grazed knee, to clamber upon one of their slippery surfaces, and I now jumped from one to the other. A large black object attracted my gaze and I ran towards it, almost slipping off the rock as I did so. There, hung limp on top of a particularly pointed rock, was the figure of my Boswell, blood trickling down his face.

Watson

A pain. A sering pain that spread from my hair line all the way down my face. It disorientated me, I lay there, not knowing where there was or how I had come to be there. All I was aware of was the pain, I wanted someone to rescue me, to take me from this place and to take away the terrible throbbing in my head. I became vaguely aware of water, all around me beating against me. I tried to concentrate, no one was coming, I would have to save my self, I tried to move but that proved to be to much of a task and I groaned before laying still once more. I started to remember what had happened after I had jumped from the ship. Holmes had been holding my arm, keeping me from drowning, I had clambered on to the table before passing out, and later had been dragged back into consciousness by a sudden pain that shot though my body as I crashed into something.

A voice now brock though my thoughts, I knew that voice, but from where? It was a comforting sound. And it gentle reassured me that everything was going to be OK. I was not alone after all, I was safe. The person moved me, I didn't know where, I didn't particularly care, my moving made the pain worst however and the familiar darkness entreated around my eyes.

Something cold and comforting was being pressed against my head, the voice now returned, and this time I knew who it was.

"Watson? Watson old chap are you awake? Its me Holmes. Wake up". My body seemed to subconsciously obey the order, and my eyes flickered open.

There was Holmes leaning over me, and for a moment I could swear that I saw a flicker of concern in his gray eyes, but it was soon gone, replaced by the practical eyes in which I was used to.

"Ar good your awake, but try to lay still those rocks have done you quite an injury" He placed his arm around me and held me up while he poured whiskey down my throat. The metal flask tasted of salt as it pressed against my lips, and it was only now that I became fully aware of my surroundings.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Of that I am not entirely certain old friend, it would appear that we are on some island not far from America" he said now removing the wet napkin from my forehead, I was sad to feel it go, but I didn't say anything.

I took me a number of hours leaning against a tree in the shade to fully recover. I had seen, with the help of Holmes reflective flask, the extent of my injuries. And I knew what had to be done, I think Holmes did too, but he left it to me to bring it up in any case.

"Holmes you realise what you are going to have to do?"

"Whats that doctor?" he said, the word doctor showed that he did know what had to be done.

"Well... well I'm not going to be able to stitch up my own head, and it needs doing before infection sets in"

"Watson you do know that I know as much about sowing as I do about the solar system?"

"Yes I do, but we have no chose and at any rate it will teach you something new will it not?"

"Yes, but at the risk of your head" he looked quite serious, and his sentence almost made me want to try my luck at doing it myself, but I continued.

"Come on Holmes its not that hard, and I'll talk you through it" Whilst saying this I removed my small medical kit from my inner pocket, and extracted the needle and thread.

It took about 20 minutes, and hurt far more then it was meant to due to the fact that Holmes, for once, had no idea what he was doing. I did not say any thing about it however, for he would have stopped, so I was forced to bite the inside of my cheek each time he made a mistake. When looking at it though he appeared to have done a better job then I had expected, and I made sure to make a some what over the top congratulation, like you would a child who had finally done their choirs.

"I'm going to scale the island Watson, I wish to know how big it is"

"Shall I come?"

"No, you have only just recovered, and at any rate I need you to stay so I can see where I started from" He left, and I felt a slight annoyance that he did not just use a stick to mark where he had started, did he not believe me capable of the simple task of walking?

In the end I decided I would make myself useful in another way, and started to gather up sticks and branches. I had by no means forgotten by army training, and I was determined to prove it.

Holmes returned just as the sun was begging to set. It was nice to see him again as I couldn't help but start to get lonely after the first few hours, and the sight of another person was reassuring.

"How was your trip?" I asked casually.

"Uneventful Watson, I fear we are the only ones in this desolate place".

"How big would you say it was?"

"I would calculate it at about two miles wide and four miles long, never once did I see any sign of land on the horizon"

"No hope of swimming to safety then?"

"None. Anyway its not for us to dwell, its getting late so we should make shelter soon" I grinned at his words, and he gave me a questioning look.

"No need for that, do you really believe that I have been sitting here doing nothing the whole time you were gone?"

I lead my friend just though the foliage into a clearing, there I had set up camp. A pile of sticks lay In the middle ready to be set alight, and with the help of some large leaves I had found near-by, I had managed to make a small water proof shelter, just big enough for the both of us.

"Watson you exceed yourself" said Holmes, and I could not help but forget all previous anger towards him at his words. Holmes bent down and with the use of some moss and dried sticks, managed, after little effort, to make my pile of sticks set light.

"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked, with the same surprise written on my face that I always showed when he revealed a new skill.

"My dear Watson, you will remember that I spent a great amount of time amongst tribes in the three years that I posed as the explorer Sigerson? Fire making was to them, as elementary as foot print analyses is to I, it did not take long for me to pick up on the skill"

We were both worn out from our day and went strait to our make shift beds. As we lay there a thought occurred to me.

"Holmes?" I whispered. He grunted to show he was awake.

"Why" I said simply.

"Why what?"

"Why did you come back when you knew there was no chance for me?"

"There's nothing to ask Watson, I know you would do the same for me, it wasn't a hard chose" There was a note of sincerity in his voice which was rarely heard. I turned to face him, but he had fallen asleep.

Waking up it took me a few minutes to remember where I was, according to my watch it was 8.00am but, due to it being filled with water, it was not to be entirely trusted. Turning over I saw that Holmes was not there, so I got up and crawled out into the clearing, looking around I saw no sign of him, and I was just starting to get worried when the familiar voice rang out.

"Watson! Your awake!" It said, and I spun around to see Holmes standing behind me, his arms laden with brightly colored fruit. "Yes I took the liberty of finding breakfast, it was quite a climb to get some of these, but I'm sure it was worth it" and he was right, as usual. The fruit tasted better then any I had ever tasted, not just because they were exotic, but also because I had not eaten in a day.

After eating we both decided to explore some of the vast island. As we walked the shrill cry of animals echoed around us and the sweet vegetation made us want to sneeze. More then once we came across items that could have been made by humans, for example Holmes was convinced that a piece of rock he picked up, had been used as a spear head recently. It looked the same as the others to me. We were about half a mile in when Holmes gave an excited cry.

"There Watson! Did you see? No? Well you stay here I'm going to see if I can find him." It was the word 'him' that had worried me but before I could question it Holmes had ventured off to our right, though some thick foliage, and out of my sight. A few seconds had past when I heard something to make my blood run cold.

"Watson! Watson help me!"

To be continued...

OK its now turned from titanic to lost (the TV show) but as aforesaid how could it not? Please review. Ideas welcome.

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