[Sherlock could see the regret in his eyes. Rarely did a pirate captain part with his ship willingly, but something deeper was behind this to make John just walk away, to drive him to card tables instead of the sea, where Sherlock was fairly certain he belonged.]
Hm, by men less observant than me. So there must be something to it. A tale, even?
[That turns a few nearby heads. Everyone in a pirate's pub loves a good tale, but Sherlock glares at them, and they turn away. This is private business.]
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Hm, by men less observant than me. So there must be something to it. A tale, even?
[That turns a few nearby heads. Everyone in a pirate's pub loves a good tale, but Sherlock glares at them, and they turn away. This is private business.]