A/N: This is set before somewhere in the second series of Doctor Who, but before Doomsday and after the first Pirates of the Caribbean but before the second. Please read and review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean or Doctor Who.

Vigilo Insula

In the 16th centaury, in the pirate town of Tortuga, a man staggered drunkenly out of the Glass Eye tavern, nursing a black eye and twisted arm. Behind him the dieing echoes of what had been a "Bloody good fight" could still be heard. The man turned and swayed down a deserted alleyway, then slumped against a blackened wall. He was therefore the only witness to what he later passed off as the result of vast quantities of rum.

The Doctor and Rose hurtled through space and time in a blue police box. The Doctor danced around the controls, cracking jokes with his wide, manic grin. Rose sat on a ledge, legs swinging laughing at the Doctors excitement rather then his terrible jokes. Eventually the whirring of the TARDIS engines stopped. The sudden silence was broken by Rose, "Where are we?" she whispered.

"We-el." Said the Doctor, rocking on his heels, "I'm not entirely sure."

Rose swung of the ledge and stood in front of the Doctor, eyebrows raised and foot tapping. "What aren't you telling me?" she demanded.

The Doctor gave his quirky grin, then spun round and started manically flicking switches. "It appears," he muttered "We may have had to make a slight emergency landing."

Rose rolled her eyes; "Again!" she exclaimed "This is getting ridiculous."

"It's not her fault"

Rose gave him A Look, then strode over to the closed doors. Beneath her feet she could feel the ships mighty engine thrumming. She gazed quietly at the door, contemplating what might lie beyond. It could be anything- or nothing. Adventure was charging through the air. Beside her she felt the sudden warm presence of the Doctor.

"Ready?" he asked quietly. She nodded, unable to speak with the expectation building in her throat. Silently the Doctor swung open the TARDIS door.

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Captain Jack Sparrow was drunk. This was not a rare occurrence; however it was proving to be rather an inconvenient one. When trying to negotiate a very important deal with a very dangerous man it is not helpful if there are two of them.

"So what I'm trying to say" slurred Captain Jack "Is that it would be a wonderful thing if you and I were to come to some sort of an accord, maybe over a drink- savvy?" The two blurred images merged and became one glaring, ragged looking man with a glint in his eye. Jack stumbled backwards, deciding he like it better when he couldn't see this dangerous looking man properly.

"What you are trying to say" the man growled "is that you are a drunken idiot who knows nothing of these creatures, or there powers, and has a compulsive obsession to lie!"

"Entirely true, of course, except for those parts which may be found to be partially lacking the truth" Murmured Captain Jack, attempting (and failing) to pat the man reassuringly on the back. The man twisted away from him and stomped off into the reassuring shadow of the bar. The Captain blinked and swayed, then also started to stagger towards the bar, "Rum." He muttered, "Lots o' rum"

"Excuse me!" came a cheery voice from behind him. He twisted round, then almost fell backwards. A thin man in strange clothes was walking towards him.

"I'm terribly sorry to bother you" said the man "but I was wondering if you could possibly tell me where I might find someone who could offer me and my friend" he pointed to a blond girl struggling through the crowd towards them, "a lift to Vigilo Insula?"

Jack frowned. How did this man know about Vigilo Insula? And what's more, if he knew about it then why on earth did he want to go there? Jack had been there once before, and it was not an experience that he particularly wanted to repeat. Not unless there was a hint of treasure in it, of course.

The man was still waiting for a reply. Jack sighed, he had a feeling he was going to regret this. "I know where Vigilo Insula is," He said, "And I can take you there- for a price."

A/N: One final thing, this is dedicated to my friend Jo, for being so patient and always being willing to read what I had written.