The three pirates

Chapter 1- The Case- Part 2

"Well done, Charlotte." Mr Zackay was saying, about 20 minutes later. "I see you have spelled all the words right. Top marks."
He passed me a lollypop, strawberry flavour.
Mr Zackay moved onto Sherlocks test. "Sorry, William, you spelt 'concentrate' wrong. But you could work on that for next week."
I glanced at Sherlock. He gazed back impassively. He seemed disappointed.
"Here." I put the lolly in front of him. He looked at it, then back at me.
"You'd give me the lolly? That's a sign of you'd success! If people see me with it, they won't be happy for you."
I shrugged.
"Are you sure I should-"
"Take the bloody lolly."
He took it, smiling. "Well done anyway."
I flushed. "Thanks."

Out on the play area, there was a huge dress up chest where clothes literally spilled out of the sides. It was by a tall climbing frame, where everybody- except Sherlock and I- gravitated towards. Sherlock went straight to the chest and rifled through it, until he found a pirate hat.
"Woah." I said, and he placed it on his head with a grin. "You look just like a real pirate."
He grinned wider, raising his eyebrow. "I am a real pirate."
I giggled. "Right."
He grabbed another item.
A pink dress?!
"No." I folded my arms. "That's really sexist! I am not wearing that!"
He nodded, throwing it to the side. "That was a wise move. Jessica Cresswell would've had yoy for dinner. She swears this is her dress."
I went to the other side if the play chest, and rifled through it myself.
Eventually, I found myself a perfect pirate hat. It was roughly the same size as Sherlocks, and smiled to myself. Not as sexist as a bloody pink princess dress!
I put the hat on."What do you think?"
"You look...cool..." I wasn't sure, but I think he said that under his breath.
I smiled. "Thanks. And guess what you look like?"
"Hm?" He asked, as we stood up- the chest may be big, but was short.
"You look cute!" 'Woah, control yourself Charlotte!' My subconscious insisted.
He frowned. "That's not the look I was going for, but-"
"Okay, but it's true! I can't believe you don't have a hoarde of screaming girls behind you, begging for you to, I dunno, go out with them or whatever."
"Girls normally find me weird." He admitted, adjusting his hat.
"Well, I don't." I grabbed a toy sword I found laying in the play chest. I pretended to stab him in the chest.
He laughed and grabbed himself a sword, pretending to cut my arm off with his.
"Hey!" I tried and failed to keep a straight face. "I will kill you for that!"
He raised an eyebrow. "I'd like to see you try."

~~~After school~~~

"So...Redbeard?"

Sherlock nodded glumly. He had just told me that his best friend had died recently. Big news.
"Do you know how it happened?"
He blinked at me for a moment, like he was considering whether or not to tell me, when he muttered, "We think he drowned..."
I nodded. "It must've been traumatic to learn of his death."
He tore away from my gaze, sighing. All I could think about was how mature he was. It was saddening. I needed to make this young boy, tortured boy, happy again.
I spied what he was now looking at. The door. (Or he couldve just been looking away)
Suddenly, there was a knock, just as Sherlocks alarm clock clicked, reading six pm.
Sherlock took a shaky breath, and said (shakily) "Come in, Eurus."
Oh. The 'Forbidden' sister.

When I'd arrived at Sherlocks house, I had met his brother, Mycroft. I was introduced by Sherlock, and then we went upstairs.
Mycroft followed, and grabbed my arm just as I went past a certain door.
"Don't, ever go in that room. Got that?"
Then, (somehow) he passed me in the cramped landing, and he went to what was presumably his bedroom.
"My sisters room," Sherlock explained, all mysterious. "Eurus."
"Cool. What does 'Eurus' mean?"
He smiled. "Its Greek. It means, 'God of the east wind'."
I smiled. Sherlock never misses the opportunity to act smart. "Clever." I said.
"What's clever?" He asked, raising his eyebrow.
"You are."
He opened his door, and I realised it was pirate themed.

Anyway, Eurus came in, all pigtaily and smiley. I wondered what was so scary about this ordinary looking 7 year old girl.
"Hey Sher..." she stopped short, looking at me, baffled.
"'Sup." I muttered.
All of a sudden, she squealed, grinning.
"I knew it! I knew sherlock would get a girlfriend!"
I flushed at the thought. Sherlock now seemed strangely pissed at Eurus now.
"Okay, bye Eurus." He said, trying to get her to leave.
"Um, I think you mean a friend who's a girl." I muttered shyly.
Eurus rolled her eyes at Sherlock, and promptly sat down next down next to me with a smirk.
"Uh...what?"
"Nothing, just reading you both."
Again, reading!
I nodded. "Ah."
Suddenly, Eurus squealed again. Then she hugged me.
"I have to go burn something now, but I'll see ya later, future sis in law-"
"Eurus." sherlock hastily peeled her from me. "That's enough messing around."
She just giggled and left.