[Douglas is quiet, ruminating on Mycroft's words as he turns back to his friend. If the shelter and Regent Tobaccos were immediate concerns, he'd want to rush home as soon as humanly possible-- but waiting out this strange and fantastical limbo indefinitely is its own issue entirely. He could enjoy the diversions for a few weeks, perhaps. Anything longer than that is another concern entirely.]
I'm not certain how I feel about that.
[Other than antsy. He can wait, but he can't wait forever. He lowers his voice slightly, so as not to sound like he's complaining around any passing shipmates.]
I could keep busy. There's no shortage of things to do aboard a ship, after all, better yet that the Paladins do seem to be doing their share of good in this realm. But it could take months. Years, god forbid.
[he shakes his head. it unnerves him greatly to think that they might be stranded from their own place in the world for so long. what of Europe, on the brink of ruin - what of Sherlock, still nursing his bitterness, letting it chill him like frost grows on windows? what of Cyrus's efforts at Nickolus House, and the souls within? no. it's unacceptable.
but what can they do, mortal men such as they are? in a place where the fantastical is real? what can he do, except learn a ship the way he would learn anything else?]
What else is there at present, but to do as much good in this place as we intend to at home?
We could try to search for a way home. Though, if no one else has worked that out yet...
[He shrugs, noncommittal. He doesn't need to say it again: they're stuck. And they will have to learn to put up with it. Fortunately for Douglas, patience during a long journey is a skill he'd honed when he'd first gone out to sea.]
I suppose you'll have plenty of time to get your sea legs, at least.
In fair waters, yes. But you've still much to learn.
[said calmly, not chiding. He knows better than anyone the dangers of the unforgiving waters. And as Mycroft moves on to the next topic, so too does he.]
If anyone could find a way where no others could... it would be you, Holmes.
[he'll do what he can to measure up to it, in addition to his own desires to return home, to the comfort of the familiar. an adventure must have an ending, and he must construct one, so that the middle portion might be something to be enjoyed and not perilous.]
I already have a plan drawn up for where to start searching. And in how to get acquainted with the rest of the world.
[ha, ha. with mild amusement:] I would not expect any less of you, Holmes.
If ever you require my aid, I'd be glad to help. [God knows what Mycroft has planned, but hey-- it's worked out well enough for them so far, hasn't it? Mostly???] In the meantime, I'll get acquainted with the world in my own way.
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I'm not certain how I feel about that.
[Other than antsy. He can wait, but he can't wait forever. He lowers his voice slightly, so as not to sound like he's complaining around any passing shipmates.]
I could keep busy. There's no shortage of things to do aboard a ship, after all, better yet that the Paladins do seem to be doing their share of good in this realm. But it could take months. Years, god forbid.
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[he shakes his head. it unnerves him greatly to think that they might be stranded from their own place in the world for so long. what of Europe, on the brink of ruin - what of Sherlock, still nursing his bitterness, letting it chill him like frost grows on windows? what of Cyrus's efforts at Nickolus House, and the souls within? no. it's unacceptable.
but what can they do, mortal men such as they are? in a place where the fantastical is real? what can he do, except learn a ship the way he would learn anything else?]
What else is there at present, but to do as much good in this place as we intend to at home?
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[He shrugs, noncommittal. He doesn't need to say it again: they're stuck. And they will have to learn to put up with it. Fortunately for Douglas, patience during a long journey is a skill he'd honed when he'd first gone out to sea.]
I suppose you'll have plenty of time to get your sea legs, at least.
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[yet his eyes drift to the water, knowing he has nothing on the years that sailors have already invested into their lives on ever shifting docks.]
...If at all possible, I'm going to look for a way back.
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[said calmly, not chiding. He knows better than anyone the dangers of the unforgiving waters. And as Mycroft moves on to the next topic, so too does he.]
If anyone could find a way where no others could... it would be you, Holmes.
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[he'll do what he can to measure up to it, in addition to his own desires to return home, to the comfort of the familiar. an adventure must have an ending, and he must construct one, so that the middle portion might be something to be enjoyed and not perilous.]
I already have a plan drawn up for where to start searching. And in how to get acquainted with the rest of the world.
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If ever you require my aid, I'd be glad to help. [God knows what Mycroft has planned, but hey-- it's worked out well enough for them so far, hasn't it? Mostly???] In the meantime, I'll get acquainted with the world in my own way.