Fic: Craft: Gen
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holmes_minorTitle: Craft
Rating: Gen
Length: 300
Summary: Mycroft visits the Sussex cottage.
I will confess some surprise when Holmes announced that his brother was going to pay us a visit. I could not reconcile the Mycroft Holmes of Pall Mall and the Diogenes Club with our retirement life in rural Sussex.
Nevertheless, plans were put underway, and when I finally accept the visit was to come to pass, I set about readying our guest room for his arrival.
I had also, in the most respectful language at my disposal, advised Jakob, the young man who drove the dogcart between our little cottage and the nearest station, that Mycroft Holmes was a man of considerable size, and he should also plan accordingly. Jakob assured me he would fetch our visitor in his sturdiest chariot.
Jakob was, indeed, prepared for the size of the man; the size of the man’s trunks was, however, another surprise.
I watched from the corner of my eye as Jakob hauled case after case inside but judged it as the excess of a Londoner wanting all the comforts of the metropolis whilst braving the savage hinterland.
Or perhaps the elder Holmes brought gifts?
If there was a gift in the luggage, our guest did not present it to us.
I rose the following day to the explanation, shuffling into a sitting room transformed.
On every level surface, there was a boat. Boats, boats, boats. Ships, vessels of every kind, maybe two dozen, small of scale, but varied in shape and sail. The room was littered with them.
“Oh, good, you’re finally awake,” said Mycroft with an animation I’d never witnessed on his countenance. “My good doctor, it’s time to find out which of my fleet is truly seaworthy!”
Holmes arrived with a steaming cup of tea for me. “A man and his craft,” he said with a wry smile.
Rating: Gen
Length: 300
Summary: Mycroft visits the Sussex cottage.
I will confess some surprise when Holmes announced that his brother was going to pay us a visit. I could not reconcile the Mycroft Holmes of Pall Mall and the Diogenes Club with our retirement life in rural Sussex.
Nevertheless, plans were put underway, and when I finally accept the visit was to come to pass, I set about readying our guest room for his arrival.
I had also, in the most respectful language at my disposal, advised Jakob, the young man who drove the dogcart between our little cottage and the nearest station, that Mycroft Holmes was a man of considerable size, and he should also plan accordingly. Jakob assured me he would fetch our visitor in his sturdiest chariot.
Jakob was, indeed, prepared for the size of the man; the size of the man’s trunks was, however, another surprise.
I watched from the corner of my eye as Jakob hauled case after case inside but judged it as the excess of a Londoner wanting all the comforts of the metropolis whilst braving the savage hinterland.
Or perhaps the elder Holmes brought gifts?
If there was a gift in the luggage, our guest did not present it to us.
I rose the following day to the explanation, shuffling into a sitting room transformed.
On every level surface, there was a boat. Boats, boats, boats. Ships, vessels of every kind, maybe two dozen, small of scale, but varied in shape and sail. The room was littered with them.
“Oh, good, you’re finally awake,” said Mycroft with an animation I’d never witnessed on his countenance. “My good doctor, it’s time to find out which of my fleet is truly seaworthy!”
Holmes arrived with a steaming cup of tea for me. “A man and his craft,” he said with a wry smile.
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