Miss Adler, Sherlock finds, is under the erroneous impression that she alone had the exact knowledge of how to find the coveted map. He'd been working out the location for days, and it was hardly his fault that the winds favored his sails over hers. But as luck would have it, they would cross paths in a brigand safe port, and now they were crossing swords.
He presses his blade hard against hers, hoping to push forward through her block, while he wears a smirk of his own. His eyes flit momentarily to the scroll belted at his waist.]
Is it? I believe it belongs to whoever takes possession of it first. Namely myself. [He looks Irene over with a similar cursory glance.] I see you've been to Sri Lanka recently.
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Miss Adler, Sherlock finds, is under the erroneous impression that she alone had the exact knowledge of how to find the coveted map. He'd been working out the location for days, and it was hardly his fault that the winds favored his sails over hers. But as luck would have it, they would cross paths in a brigand safe port, and now they were crossing swords.
He presses his blade hard against hers, hoping to push forward through her block, while he wears a smirk of his own. His eyes flit momentarily to the scroll belted at his waist.]
Is it? I believe it belongs to whoever takes possession of it first. Namely myself. [He looks Irene over with a similar cursory glance.] I see you've been to Sri Lanka recently.