Though it probably wouldn't have been an unusual sight for someone to be dragging a passed out Bradbury around town, Sherlock opted for the safer route of traveling through shadow to a nearby harbor. Before carrying out his plans, he'd paid a small, local cargo ship a few hundred dollars for passage back to American waters; the foreign traders always needed the money. There weren't many men on the crew, and none of them asked questions when Sherlock arrived on time to set sail with an extra man.

Now he waits for the sedative to wear off and smokes a cigarette near the window inside the shabby first mate's cabin he'd taken over. Bradbury was handcuffed to a radiator against the wall, where struggling would only burn him if Sherlock decides to turn it on. He toys with the thought, but doesn't touch it yet.

"You had an insult prepared?" he asks idly when his captive starts to show signs of life.