Title: Let's Sail
Author: HannahHell
Disclaimer:Sherlock don't belong to me and I don't intend to get any profit with this story... But I would be very Happy if I receive some reviews.
Genre: AU, Adventure, Action, Humor, Romance...
Warnings: Slash. Alcohol. Violence.
Rate: T(for now)
Synopsis: Pirates Sherlock and Watson were about to be hanged, when a theft decides to change everything when they decide to help Lestrade catch the thief in exchange of their freedom... But it's not like everything will go as they plan. There's always something, something that makes everything more... Interesting.

Lestrade managed to get them a small ship, only five cannons for basic protection, one deck, a small cabin for the captain and two sails, one major and one minor to manipulate the wind a little bit.

It was a fast ship, though. It moved through the water as if it was a fine silk and the boat a sharp scissor handled by skilled hands. It was a perfect boat to be operated by three people, but not nearly good enough to go after their thief and his boss.

"Where, exactly, are we going?" Lestrade asked after he finished tying some knots on the deck to ensure better accuracy for sailing. They were at the sea for a little more than two days now.

Sherlock was leaning casually on the ship wheel, watching the horizon with a bored look on his face. He didn't like it when the sea was like that: with a perfect and warm breeze, the sky completely open with no cloud and calm waters. Where were the storms? Adventures?

"But this is too obvious" Sherlock faced the Commodore "We're going to the island where no Commodore ever went".

"What island?" The man insisted.

"Give up" Watson came up smiling "We will not say the name of the island that no Commodore ever went"

"Absolutely not" Sherlock and Watson smiled and laughed a little bit.

"Captain, we have the right course, I think we will have no problems" John said "I believe we will get to the island in one day, maybe less".

"I know" Sherlock looked at the horizon "isn't it horrible?"

"With some luck we will have to go through some unprecedented storm, after we get Reichenbach back, of course" the first Mate tried to comfort his Captain.

"I hope you're right, my dear John, I hope you're right" he took a sharp turn at the wheel, but then took the ship back to its original course "I'm bored".

Lestrade stared at them as if they had some serious mental problems. He was happy enough with the perfect weather and no problems ahead. And was hoping it would continue like this for the rest of this damn trip.

Watson leaned back on some strings and watched Sherlock play with the wheel and make the ship zigzag. It was amazing how the Captain could be incredibly mature and serious for a moment and on the other he acted like a ten-year-old kid – maybe less - and it made the First Mate smile, because if it wasn't for that trait both of them wouldn't had lived so many adventures traveling through that vast ocean.

Sherlock, even on his back, knew that Watson was smiling, he could practically hear the blonde's smile and felt a little better knowing that at least someone was having fun. But he was only able to laugh when Commodore Lestrade's face began to acquire a slight greenish color and he leaned on the Main Mast to recover.

Sherlock made the boat zigzag more violently. And the Green became white. Lestrade ran to the water barrel and took two big gulps, managing to acquire some healthy color in his face. Sherlock stopped laughing and narrowed his eyes at the man as if scolding him for not knowing how to play right.

xXx

They landed on the 'unnamed' island at the beginning of the next night. It was an absurdly rocky island that probably could not - or at least should not - be inhabited. The only flat land was a short strip of land in the bay area where what looked like a city was spread across the slim piece of land until the beginning of the rocky hills.

You had to go through the bay with a lot of patience and attention, any false move could put the ship on a sandbar or a rock that could destroy the ship's hull. But everyone who name themselves pirates knew how to navigate near that island.

They finally managed to get to a free corner, where there wasn't any ship near, and threw the anchor down.

"You will stay here" Sherlock told the Commodore as he walked down the longboat with the help of Watson.

"No way" replied Lestrade "I won't let you go to this island alone just to escape on the first ship that is leaving".

Sherlock and Watson looked at him as if he had been talking complete nonsense then they started laughing "someone leave the island on a night like this?"- The two spoke in a mocking tone as if they thought it was very funny.

Lestrade massaged his temples for a few moments to regain calm. He breathed deeply a few times "Why can't I go?"

"Do you really want to go to a place full of pirates dressed like that?" Sherlock pointed to him and his Commodore clothes "I never would have thought you were suicidal, Commodore Lestrade".

"Good point" the sailor was forced to accept the logic of the other, but then smiled "I'll fix this" ran to the deck.

Sherlock and Watson looked at each other deciding if they would left without him or if they would wait "I'd better not take the risk of having the whole Queen's Navy behind our necks, Sherlock" John spoke at last. Sherlock just raised an eyebrow as if he thought it wasn't a good reason, but in the end he agreed with a nod.

Lestrade soon returned wearing black pants, a poorly maintained a white shirt with its cuffs tight on his wrists, his sword was poorly held in the waistband of his pants and he tried to mess his hair as much as possible.

Sherlock analyzed him for a few seconds before he made it clear, by his facial expression, that he still wasn't satisfied and that the change of clothes would not convince anyone.

"Nobody is as observant as you are, Sherlock" Watson commented as he analyzed Lestrade "Maybe if he were a little bit more dirty or messy ... Well, everyone is too drunk to be noticing, anyway ..."

"Okay" Sherlock spoke mildly irritated "Come on" they finished putting the longboat down and they got in.

The short strip of sand, designed to tame the sea at high tide days, was followed by a single street that cut out the entire length out of that town separating the buildings from the sand.

There were three types of buildings on the 'town': inns, taverns and brothels. Markets? Blacksmiths? Tailors? Pffff ... Nope, none of those stupid things were welcomed at that island (there were, however, a few huts scattered here and there that worked like those things, just in case of any vessel was being in urgent need of their services).

They pulled the small wooden boat to shore and walked along the sand until they reached the wide cobblestone street. There were druns pirates staggering along the road, each holding one or two bottles of rum as if their lives depended on it.

Pirates kept entering and exiting all the places in the island. This whole place biggest problem was the smell… Because… Well… It wasn't the best on in the world, a mixture of alcoholic beverages of all kinds and men who haven't taken a bath for some time.

Sherlock put his hands on his hips and took a deep breath, smiling as if he was home. He began to walk up a small and highly crowded tavern on the left side of the street.

St Bart's was the name of the tavern. It had a yellow light and had a large concentration of men drinking beer in cups larger than their heads.

Lestrade barely had time to watch the place, as Sherlock and Watson walked with quick steps to the bar where a old woman poured beer in cups and chatted playfully with the drunks sitting at the counter.

"Mrs. Hudson" Sherlock greeted the lady with a smile, resting his arm on the counter.
"Sherlock" the lady gave a warm smile "and John" greeted the blonde as he leaned against the counter and smiled at the lady "I'm so glad you two are fine".

"Thank you Mrs. Hudson" John thanked smiling. It was very nice to receive that treatment after being arrested and spending so many days waiting for their death.

"I always knew you were going to escape" she put two cups full of beer in front of them "On the house".

"Thank you" Sherlock smiled and sipped the drink being imitated by Watson.

"What are you doing? This isn't time to drink!" Lestrade almost yelled after realizing that the two engaged a random conversation while drinking beer.

"It's always time to drink" Sherlock replied.

"You're right" Watson began staring at Sherlock "He will never be able to impersonate a pirate" took another sip and the captain nodded.

"You didn't come here to drink!" Lestrade retorted, and both of them faced him in a way that made clear that drinking was the reason they went there "we have a deal!"

"Dear boy, calm down and have a beer with your friends" Ms. Hudson kindly suggested.

"No, thank you very much" he smiled politely at her.

When the two pirates finished drinking under the reproachful gaze of Lestrade, who made no effort to make clear how not happy he was with the situation, Sherlock took a more serious tone and diverted his attention from his mate to Ms. Hudson "Where's Molly?" Asked.

"She is at the bar upstairs" the woman said.

Sherlock smiled, turned and walked to a very not reliable staircase leading to the tavern's to floor. Soon he, Watson and Lestrade were upstairs.

There was only five tables with some pirates getting drunk and a almost empty bar. Walking around with a fast pace was a young woman carrying a tray of filled cups to serve the tables.

She was able to be shorter than Watson, which Sherlock though was something already very impressive, she had light brown hair, but somehow had some blonde and red nuances which let her hair lighter and with a color that looked like honey. They were long and attached by a large red cloth that she wore as a headband and the third strand of her loose braid. She had dark eyes and a small face with delicate features that made her look a little doll, except from the baggy and obviously male clothes that she wore, making it clear that she wasn't a waitress.

She smiled shyly and slightly embarrassed for being serving drunks, but when she saw Sherlock her smile widened going from a surprised one to a relieved one and stopping in one of clear admiration. She walked over to him when she finished delivering the cups.

"Glad you came back" she spoke clearly relieved "They wouldn't stay quiet for much longer" completed nodding at the men at the tables.

"Where's my ship?" the Captain asked.

"Moored in a secret bay on the other side of the island, near where we set up camp" she explained "I thought it would be better that way... Not leaving it where everyone passes by".

He smiled approving her actions "Great, call the crew. I want to sail as soon as possible. We have a new mission".

She opened her mouth slightly shocked for a moment, but then turned around and took a step, changed her mind and turned back to where she was "OK, captain" waved and ran to the bar, climbing on the counter and standing on top of it. She put two fingers on her mouth and used them to amplify the whistle she gave.

The whole place became silent and heads turned to Molly "The Captain returned" she announced and pointed to Sherlock. Then she came down from the table with a little jump.

"Men!" Sherlock began "We have a new goal" explained "Sailors… LET'S WORK!" Finished raising his voice a little, which was enough for everyone stand and walk out of the bar to prepare for the trip.

Watson greeted Molly with a nod and she shyly approached Lestrade, being driven by her curiosity "Who are you?"

"I'm Co..." But the man stopped mid-sentence without knowing whether or not to tell her he was a Commodore.

"Commodore Lestrade, he gave us our next mission" Sherlock explained.

"Really?"

"We had a few problems in Baskerville colony, and we kind of need to fulfill this mission to ensure our freedom" John explained.

"Oh, yes. I imagined it was something like that" Molly said uncomfortably "Welcome to Devil's Foot Island. I hope that it doesn't corrupt you and makes you decide to change sides, former officers are not well seen by us" she said feeling the need to be nice with Lestrade, after realizing he had travelled with Sherlock and John for several days.

"Thanks" Commodore smiled.

She twisted her balance several times before stopping and running to the bar. She walked around the counter and disappeared from their sight for a few moments before returning holding something gray in her hands. She stopped in front of Sherlock and handed him the object "I saved it for you".

It was a rawhide and stained three-cornered hat, the hatter must've been a lazy man because the hat was all raw and barely finished, yet Sherlock smiled and took it away from Molly's hands, placing it with great contentment, as if he felt he was finally complete.

xXx

All the crew was on board: One-Eyed Jack, Walter Hook, Harry No-leg, Luis Parrot (for obvious nasal reasons), Deaf Bill, Kevin No-arms, etc... Anyway, they were all there in the great Reichenbach Fall, leaving toward the horizon.

The Reichenbach was a beauty. A masterpiece. A marvel. Black sails full of wind. Three large masts, two decks and an enviable amount of guns that could intimidate the bravest of the captains.

Sherlock was leaning on the wheel watching the movement of the sailors on the deck. John was walking around telling what everyone was supposed to do, correcting and scolding, completely annoyed to be doing, as always, Sherlock's work.

Lestrade was walking in the deck when he saw Molly kicking the mainmast in frustration and then trying again to loosen the knots enough to make better use of the strong wind.

- Want a help? – the Commodore offered.

- No need - she bit her lip and took a deep breath before making a face of deep concentration. She was frustrated when she realized she couldn't remember what she needed.

- Here - Lestrade held one end of the rope - This is the key.

- Thank you –she thanked shyly and then finally was able to do what she was supposed to.

John walked up the stairs, with a strong and noisy pace just to make sure Sherlock would see how not happy he was "Where are we going?"

"London" Sherlock replied.

"Really? We? In London?" John almost yelled "And what will we do there?"

"I need to get something of vital importance to the success of our mission" the Captain replied seriously.

"And what would it be?"

Sherlock looked at him with such seriousness that startled John "It's safer if you don't know" he replied solemnly "is too important".

"As you wish" Watson shrugged, there was no sense in keep asking Sherlock when he was being all mysterious like that. He decided to just go to the Captain's cabin to plot the course of the trip. Even though he knew Sherlock wouldn't follow it.

xXx

When he was almost done, Sherlock entered carrying three bottles of rum awkwardly as if they were a baby "I left Lestrade handling the wheel" he told when he put the bottles on the table.

"You said where we are going?" John asked scrolling the map and tossing it in a corner along with the instruments he was using to mark the course.

"Nah" Sherlock grabbed a bottle and opened it, drinking straight from the neck "just told to move on".

"And as a man of the sea he will not realize the course of a ship" Watson replied rolling his eyes. He took a bottle and started drinking.

"He is not paying attention in the course" Sherlock replied and took a big gulp.

Watson stared at him for a moment and then started laughing when he was taking a sip of rum, which made him spit out some of the drink and choke.

Sherlock stared for a moment and wiped his face with his sleeve. He looked from the rum to the blonde who tried to take one more gulp to cure the coughs which only made him cough even more spitting rum all over again and making Sherlock repeat the process of wiping the face with the dirty shirt several times.

"What's so funny?" The captain finally asked.

"I dont know" Watson spoke in the midst of a laugh "But it's funny. He just meet her and she certainly did not notice it at all" laughed again after he recovered his breath.

"I don't see what is so funny, the day we met we stole a ship and started our pirate's life" Sherlock mentioned.

John instantly stopped laughing and looked at anything other than Sherlock "it's not the same thing" he said while taking a exaggerated sip of rum "I thin ... I hope" corrected.

"Yeah" Sherlock stared and sipped a little more of the drink, he faced his first mate and smiled again before starting to laugh "they still haven't stolen a ship" and then both of them started laughing.

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