[ Meanwhile, Sherlock masks what he feels, and he does feel. However, Mycroft... his Mycroft at least, would want him to focus on the facts and not get emotional. (He'll do that later.) ]

I imagine that Mycroft would have left a puzzle for me to solve had he been able to. However, since their... return appears instantaneous, everything should be in place for his daily use.

[ And unlike the younger Holmes brother, Mycroft keeps his things neatly in order. Sherlock moves over to where Mycroft would have kept his clothing. Sherlock rifles around in a pocket and pulls out the ring. ]

Not in plain view but easily retrieved in an emergency.

[ Into his own pocket goes the ring despite the fact that he's here to pick up Mycroft's things. He doesn't want it to get misplaced on accident.

At Dongfang's words, Sherlock breaks out of his own thoughts and the rush of details flying around in his mind. The reason for Mycroft's research does sound like something he'd do. Although, Sherlock's world was supposed to lack magic, and yet... what Sherlock had seen.... He hopes that for the sake of Mycroft and his Sherlock that there is no magic the likes he experienced. ]

Did he tell you how I am his brother?

[ That they are both brothers and not? ]

That is unsurprising. Mycroft keeps many secrets.

[ Sherlock picks up the nearest notebook and leafs through a few pages. He sees the familiar handwriting. Even if he hadn't been told these were Mycroft's he would have discovered the truth from that alone. And Mycroft left all of these to him. ]

He is... was... my brother from another world. He has a younger brother named Sherlock. I have an older named Mycroft. As strange as it may sound, we were each an alternate version of our brother. My brother from my world shares my hair color, so I was surprised to learn he could be blond. We had accused each other with being the worst impersonator at first.

[ Even in his suppressed grief, Sherlock manages to be a brat. He'll never let go of that mix up, Dongfang. He closes the notebook and starts to gather them in his arms instead. ]

I cannot say if it is some curiosity of our worlds or something that can extend to others vastly different than ours. More data is needed. I do not know what would make our world so unique as to have this be a feature only of our own.

[ He can be selfish and self-centered, but he doesn't understand why multiples in some relation to himself keep happening. He's the Holmes with lesser deductive faculties, who causes problems, who has lost his mind... who ends up alone.

Dongfang's sudden offer keeps Sherlock from getting lost in his thoughts again, as he is wont to do. ]

I thank you for the offer, but no. I have no wish to join a crew, and even if I did, I would do so on my own merit and not my brother's.

[ Sherlock has made his choice, and he is unlikely to change his mind. ]

I did not know much of him. I could look to see if any of his belongings have relevance to me, but if they do not, they can remain with the ship.

[ At most, Sherlock will look for clues to where he might find his Mycroft's Douglas. If Douglas (or Mycroft) wanted to leave items to him, there would have been some mention of it. Sherlock had spoken to Mycroft about how he and Douglas met. Any further details would be passed on. Or so he hoped. Especially if Dongfang was correct and they are lovers. (Which is still a baffling idea.) Mycroft would like to Sherlock to help his Mycroft find his Douglas, wouldn't he? ]

[ Separate beds or rooms for sleeping isn't so rare in his time. No, the strange part of this arrangement is that there is one to begin with. Mycroft having a friend had already been a surprise.

Sherlock shakes his head and then regrets it as it makes his seasickness stronger. Don't get lost in those thoughts. Mycroft is gone. Douglas is gone. He enters the room and takes a look around. He riffles through Douglas's belongings. The items give him a small idea of who the man is, but they are details which won't help him understand where to find the man in his own world. If he exists. ]

I think I will leave things here as is. You may do with them as you wish.

[ For once, Sherlock will be the one to disappear in a flash after this interaction. ]

I have my own ring of returning. An escort isn't necessary.

[ Sherlock will shove everything of Mycroft's into an available trunk or bag and let his ring take him directly back to his residence. Mycroft may have been here longer than Sherlock, but he isn't in the habit of collecting pieces of evidence from cases or stacks of newspapers like his younger brother.

Younger brother from another world. ]