Hope is a small, burning thing that pushes the desperate onwards. All Mary Watson wants is to get back home, a place so far away, something that seems impossible until she runs into a Naval Officer outside of a pub that seems oddly familiar. She might not be the only one there after all. In her quest of home, she encounters naval men that are far too familiar and a group of pirates who are on their own quest for six stones they hope will grant their wishes. She's been Mary Watson for years, dear reader. When will she ever make it home to be herself again? (Crossposted on AO3: iwritetragediesnotsin)