My time spent on this island has been more than a little interesting, as it has been for everyone who's been trapped here, I'm assured. Absolutely mad things have happened that have been on the other side of impossible, and yet I can sit here and relay to you that I myself have been first mate on a genuine pirate ship in the 18th century.
The one person I am surprised to see adapting the way that he is, is Sherlock Holmes. As one might expect, the very nature of the place serves as a nearly unsolvable puzzle to him, changing at every turn as soon as he catches a scent. I almost think at times that he's given up on it and is occupying himself with more minor questions and problems. His busy mind was gratefully occupied by Jim Moriarty during his stay, but now that even he has vacated the island, (though through what means remains to be seen of course) Sherlock seems to not so much be relieved as he has taken to having a good and proper sulk, like a child who's had his favourite toy locked up when he's disobeyed. It's a strange thing to say, especially given the context with which we've connected Moriarty to certain crimes, but I could tell that Sherlock was at least marginally pleased to have him here, in his very
Sherlock way.
Since Moriarty's release notice, Sherlock has indeed been sulking, it seems to have gotten much more dramatic since the last incident. I rather think Sherlock
liked being a pirate captain, to be quite honest. Though if I hear "Pour, Oh Pour The Pirate Sherry" one more bloody time, I might actually break his violin.
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