6th Dec prompt from Riandra: Swashbuckle
( fic 5 will be completed later….)
Swashbuckle
High adventures on the Spanish Main!
With scenes of dashing duels, of derring do!
The type of stirring tale which, once begun,
The reader is compelled to see it through.
Watson stretched his stiffly frozen limbs,
And let them gently toast before the fire;
A bite to eat, a book, a cup of tea,
Was all a weary doctor could desire.
His Gladstone bag was checked and fastened shut,
He'd cast aside the latest BMJ,
His stethoscope was looped beside his coat;
He'd had enough of medicine for one day.
He lost himself in pirates and romance,
In treasure troves, and damsels to be saved,
In galleons which weathered stormy seas;
Each page, another thrilling battle braved.
He jumps…the door is opened with a crash
As Holmes comes rushing in, clothes laced with snow.
"The game's afoot! There isn't time to waste,
Or else the lady's doomed…we have to go!"
The doctor's on his feet, beside his friend;
There isn't time to argue, hesitate;
His book is dropped, forgotten, cast aside.
Those gallant deeds of old will have to wait…
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