Watson smiled patiently. "It's no trouble at all. At least I hope not. Just make sure nobody tries to shoot him." He advised, wrapping the injury with the bandage and tying it off. "There you are, you should be good to go."

Jonathan nods once, "I won't let anyone touch him or harm him on that you have my word."

"Good." John said with a firm nod. "Will you be alright?"

The mastive leaps up onto Jonathan knocking him off the crate and onto the ground before licking him, "Permitted I don't get drowned in slobber yes."

Sherlock signals for Dr. Watson to help him from the porthole.

Waston gave Johnathan a brief do before discreetly making his way over to the ship's porthole.

"I need another distraction," Sherlock explains, "and Mr. Anderson is in poor shape if you could get some help I'd appreciate it."

"Help as in medical treatment or help as in getting him off the ship?"

"Both," Sherlock responds, "Maybe you could get someone to create a distraction for us while you help. Please I just overheard this ship leaves the harbor in ten minutes."

"Well, a sailor just ran off to report a rabid dog to the authorities. I can work with that." John replied, glancing back at his other patient.

Sherlock nods once holding Mr. Anderson up, "Please hurry."
Jonthan was trying to get the mastive to settle down so he could take him back to his owner.