"You look like a pirate. A very gay pirate." "I'm not--" "I beg to differ, my dear Captain. You've shivered my timbers, plundered my booty and sailed away with my heart. What else can you be but a pirate?" "And they say that Sherlock Holmes isn't a romantic." "Yes. Well. They weren't wearing those naughty red knickers, now were they?" "I thought you said pants are overrated." "Not when they're satin and lace and you're the one wearing them. Then they're pure genius." "Like you, eh?" "Exactly." Kiss. "Now then, Captain, shall we proceed with the burying of that ..." Kiss. Kiss. "... treasure you've got there?" "Nothing I'd like better, luv. But not while your familiar is watching." ******* PRODUCTION NOTES: There really wasn't supposed to be a story. Then my sister happened to see it and made the gay pirate remark. Which set off my writing Muse, who is every bit as warped as my art Muse, and this was their demented offspring. Rendered in PoserPro 2014, postworked in Photoshop CS2. Neither of which is responsible for all that spinning in ACD's grave. ;-)