Hi… it's been a while. I really want to finish my other fic but I think I need some practice because it has been an extremely long time since I've written anything. This isn't beta'd so sorry in advance…

On a cloudy windy day, on the open sea, a large ship cut through the waters; the wind taking it fast and true. On the ship was a crew of twenty men and a man with scruffy blond hair and an eye for danger whom was their captain. He stood on the ship's railing with only one hand securing him from falling into deep waters. A dog with thick wild heavy white and grey hair stood beside him barking at the open sea. It was a perfect day for sailing and the man and his dog loved every moment of it.

"Isn't this great!" The blond man said, "The salty sea air, the wind blowing in your face!" He sighed contently. "Perfect day to be at sea!" The man he was talking to was his long time friend Mike Stamford, whom he had attended school with. Both became doctors yet were opposites.

"Maybe for you," Mike said wiping his mouth after having thrown up his lunch over board. "John Watson, I don't know why I let you talk me in to these things."

"Oh come on Mike!" John smirked, "Maybe we'll see some merpeople."

"What a bunch of nonsense," Mike dejected, "And I can't believe I'm with you looking for something that some old insane homeless man told you about." John hopped down from the ships railing and patted Mike on the back.

"He had an interesting story about merpeople and he did say that if I wanted to see one there have been at least five sightings of the same black haired merman in the last year. If I look long and hard I may be able to spot him"

"You need a hobby mate," Mike sighed.

"What I need is an adventure," John said more to himself then his friend.

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Down in the deep blue there was in fact merpeople and they lived in a magnificent city called Atlantica. It was deep in the dark ocean but the city itself had light that seemed like it came from no particular source. Many merpeople thought the light source came from the magic of their king's trident.

Today was an important day for the King's younger brother Sherlock Holmes. King Mycroft had made sure that his brother got the best violin lessons from the finest teacher in Atlantica, Gregory Lestrade. Today was Sherlock's first performance and Mycroft was extremely excited to see his bother do something productive. Most of the time Sherlock would wonder off from the city and the king would have to send his guards to search for him only to never find him and have to wait for him to come back. Sherlock would never be gone more than a day, but the ocean is a dangerous place and Mycroft often worried. After their parents died it had been his responsibility to take care of Sherlock and the younger Holmes did not make it easy.

A crowd gathered in a large theater in King's castle. Many merpeople swam in excitement to not only see the prince perform but to see him for the first time. Sherlock never made himself known to anyone. Many believed he was just shy but the servants knew it was because most of the time he wasn't even in the city.

Once the crowd had gathered King Mycroft made his presence known by simply gliding with his dark grey tail fin behind him on to the theater balcony as his faithful servant Anthea announced him. She floated on to the stage using her violet tail fin with precision and ease.

"His royal highness King Mycroft," She announced, a row of mermen with horns blew their horns to emphasis importance and the crowd grew in to a cheer. Mycroft simply waved. He enjoyed power but he didn't much care for his people making such uproar. "And presenting the distinguished composer Gregory Lestrade." The people cheered again as Greg with his royal blue tail fin swam on to stage looking a little nervous. He waved and took a seat on the side of the stage knowing he wasn't needed to compose because Sherlock had his own way of doing things. Anthea moved off stage and the lighted dimmed. Greg looked up at Mycroft hoping the king would not become angry with him at Sherlock's absence. A beam of light shined on the shell Sherlock was supposed to be in. Greg knew Sherlock would not be there. He hardly showed up to practice, it was doubtful he'd show up to the actual concert.

The shell opened and just as the teacher expected, his pupil was not there. There were shocked gasps in the crowd and the bright light of the trident burned through the room as Mycroft looked upon the empty stage.

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Sherlock knew where he was supposed to be at this exact moment but he could not bring himself to care. He had sighted a sunken ship the other day and he just had to have a look as soon as possible. He would have explored when he first saw it but it was getting late and he didn't want Mycroft's guards to come poking around.

Sherlock darted fast toward the broken mossy ship, his dark curls floating in the direction of whichever way his head went. His dim soft blue tail fin whipped behind him as he reached a hole in the side of the boat that was a perfect place to enter.

Sherlock's fin color is supposed to be the color of his scarf; I didn't really know how to describe the color.