#kid!seblock

Sherlock looked over the younger boy and beckoned him to follow, "We're playing pirates, there's another sword over there if you'd like, he pointed it out to the other who went over and picked it up.

"Alright, I'm Captain, so I give the orders," stated Sherlock.

Sebastian wasn't about to let the older boy boss him around, he didn't even want to be here in the first place, "Well I'm Colonal, so I outrank you, which means I give the orders."

Sherlock's mouth dropped open, Colonal? "There aren't any Colonal's, that's only in the army."

"Who say's there can't be any Colonal's?"

"My books. I've never read about there being any Colonal's of a ship in any of my books, there's always only a Captain."

"If your books say nothing against there being Colonals of a ship, then I don't see why I can't be one," the young boy says with a smirk.

"But that's not how--," Sherlock huffs, puffing out his cheeks, this kid was not going to win. There was always a Captain of the ship, no Colonals. "Look--there's only a Captain of the ship, that's just how things are done."

"I don't care how things are done, we're playing pirates. Pirates can do whatever they want and I want to be a Colonal," Sebastian said jutting his chin out as he looked up at Sherlock, with his arms crossed not giving up on this without a fight.

Sherlock couldn't believe him, but had to admit he did have a point with pirates doing what they want. He hated having to give in, but he couldn't see a way to argue over why Sebastian couldn't be Colonal without sounding like he was just a whining baby, "Fine. What are your orders then, Colonal?"

Sebastian smiles widely at hearing that, "We're going to go get the treasure, of course. Let down the sails, Captain, we're setting off."

"We can't just set off like that, what's our course? We have to chart a course or how else are we going to know where we are going?," didn't this kid know anything about playing pirates? Those blue eyes rolled, he was going to have to teach him everything.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow at the taller boy and shrugged, "Who cares, we'll make it up as we go along."

Who cares? Sherlock was about to lecture the other on just how important it was, but before he could get a word out Sebastian cut him off, "Look, I'm Colonal, and you have to follow my orders."

So they made their way across foreign waters, battling sea monsters, other pirate ships and navy ships, fighting against the rough sea during  a hurricane and just before they were about to get back home with the treasure a mutiny broke out on the ship. Sherlock, of course, being the instigator of the mutiny was fighting it out with Sebastian, their toy swords clacking against each other. They were reaching the peak of their sword fight, when Mrs. Holmes came out and told the boys to come in for a snack.

"But mum, we're in the middle of a mutiny," Sherlock groaned, but Sebastian had already abandoned their play, running up to Mrs. Holmes. He was famished and he wasn't about to turn down a snack. "What are we having, Mrs. Holmes?" he asked eagerly. She smiled down at the boy, "Milk and cookies, dear." Sebastian's eyes lit up at that, "Sounds wonderful, Mrs. Holmes."

"Good, go on inside dear," she motioned for Sebastian to go on into the house before she turned to Sherlock. "The mutiny can wait Sherlock, come on," she waved a hand for him to get into the house. Sherlock sighed, what was it with people and their stomachs anyway? This was more important then food, he thought. Resigned, he entered the house.

It was late in the afternoon by the time they were finished with their snack, meaning it was time for Sebastian to go back home. Mrs. Holmes had Sherlock walk the younger boy back to his house. When they reached the steps to Sebastian home, he turned to Sherlock, "Same time tomorrow?" he asked.