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Pirates never had to behave. They did what they liked and went where they wished and answered only to their own law, and no one else's. They could be selfish or heroic as it suited them, and no one would dare cast them out just for telling the truth, or mock them for not being stupid enough to be entertained by whatever rubbish had been on telly last night. Pirates didn't need anyone, and neither did Sherlock. He would take to the sea, and no one would miss him. Well. Mummy and Daddy would likely miss him, but Mycroft would understand why he'd left; he could explain it to their parents. Sherlock would come back to visit occasionally. Once he'd found a crew, he would sail round the Atlantic and bring back treasure, and they would forgive him. He didn't belong with other children, and he had become increasingly convinced that growing older would not solve the problem.
Sherlock was exceptional, and more than clever enough to see what the world did to those who were exceptional. So all things considered, he felt this was the best alternative. He would bring his books and maps and manage it somehow. If the world wouldn't give him what he needed, he'd take it. He would navigate to his own society, somewhere he belonged.