Hello! So this is my Doctor Who, Pirates of the Caribbean story! Just sort of popped into my head one day, and couldn't shake it, sooooo here it is! Here are a couple of things you should know about it:
Doctor Who: Set some time during season two, towards the end after The Impossible Planet/Satan Pit, but obviously before Doomsday. It's only slightly AU because it doesn't really affect what happens afterwards, but it does affect the Doctor's life a bit for later episodes...but I shan't say any more here.
Pirates of the Caribbean: Obviously it's going to be really AU for them, but it should still stick to the main plot line. Set at the very end of Dead Man's Chest, and going on trough World's End. Again, should be sticking to the plot fairly close, not 100% sure yet.
Now that you've read this, you should know that I do not need a disclaimer, because obviously this is fan fiction, and it's FOR stuff you would usually need a disclaimer for so I really don't need one do I? But still...I don't own Doctor Who or Pirates of the Caribbean.
Now, read, review, and enjoy!
"So, where are we then?" Rose asked, giddy with excitement. The Doctor grinned at her, and leaped up from the console.
"Eighteenth century Rose!" he shouted happily as he bounded to get his coat. "Caribbean Sea! Just before the American Revolution I would think, boisterous trade, full of British soldiers, pirates, swashbuckling adventure, oh, you're gunna love it! Strictly speaking, don't want to go much farther North, a lot of tension going on between American and the British, but down south here at the moment, relish the trade! Sugar cane was the major import at this time, along with fish, and the usual, but oh, the tropics Rose! It's like visiting Hawaii, except less crowded! I've set the exact coordinates to random, well, not completely random, we're still in the Caribbean but where in the Caribbean, I haven't the foggiest," he paused a moment as they reached the door, and grinned down at Rose.
"More fun that way,' he said. With that, he threw open the door and stepped outside.
They were on a beach, and for starters, it was not very warm. However, it was also extremely dark, but for candles that seemed to light the way down a small river. There were lots of rowboats, but other than that, Rose and the Doctor were alone. She blinked a few times, still trying to adjust to the darkness.
"Maybe you should have set it for daytime," she muttered.
"I did!" the Doctor said defensively. Rose looked up at him with raised eyebrows. There was a moment's pause.
"Britain day time," he added sheepishly. Rose sighed, but chuckled a bit. The Doctor looked around, and then walked up to one of the rowboats. Rose could just make out a lantern on the front of it, and see that it was fairly large. She and the Doctor looked upriver, and then grinned.
"Come on then!" the Doctor said, and the two of them set to work pushing the rowboat into the water. It was fairly easy, and once in the boat, the Doctor lit the lantern via sonic, and they were off.
While the Doctor rowed, Rose perched herself next to the lantern, and watched in front of them as they made their way into the swamp. It took her a few minutes of traveling to realize that all the little lights in the water, and on the bank were candles held by people.
"Doctor, those are people," she whispered.
"I know," the Doctor replied softly.
They continued in silence for some time, and Rose found herself starting to get nervous, and she watched the people with the candles nervously. Some of them simply wore depressed expressions on their faces, and some looked like they were crying. And others were even scarier; their faces portrayed no emotion whatsoever, like they were lost, or broken. It was an extremely sad sight to see, and it caused a lump to form in her throat. She bit her lip.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, a sort of tree house, or shack came into view, where a couple of rowboats were already tied, and there were lights on in the shack.
"There," she said, pointing. "Let's see what's going on,"
The Doctor did not respond, except to steer the boat towards the rickety looking dock. When they bumped gently into it, Rose pulled the boat in close, and the Doctor leaped lightly out and tied it up before offering his hand to Rose. She took it, and jumped a bit clumsily onto the dock. They looked up at the shack.
"What do you think happened?" she asked in a nervous whisper, looking at the Doctor for information. His expression was dark and sorrowful, and he took a moment to reply. He looked down at Rose, and in the low light, he looked older than Rose had ever seen him.
"Somebody's died," he said solemnly. "and obviously, whoever it was, they were more than just a little bit important,"
Rose didn't have anything to say to this, and the two of them made their way up the steps to the shack. Through the silence outside, they heard voices, but couldn't make out what it was they were saying. Without bothering to knock, the Doctor barged in through the door, Rose hot on his heels, and all conversation stopped. Rose stared around the room, taking it all in.
The shack was dingy and dimly lit, and cluttered with all sorts of junk. Jars with God knows what dangled from the ceiling, along with cages and a snake curled itself in the rafters. There were several people in the room, and all of them were staring at the Doctor and Rose. It appeared as though they had just made a toast. Rose's attention was immediately drawn to three people. The first, a young man who looked to be in his late twenties to thirties with long hair tied back in a ponytail. He was holding a mug in one hand, and was a knife in the other. The second person was a black woman in a large dress, watching her through keen eyes, and something about her gave Rose the willies. The third person was another woman with dirty blond hair, sitting on a stool behind the man with a knife, and she looked as though she had been crying.
"Ah," the Doctor said. "I can see you weren't expecting more people."
"Who are you?" asked another, older looking man who smelled strongly of rum. He had graying hair and an extremely confused expression on his face. Rose wrinkled her nose a little as he approached, but stopped herself quickly. Nobody seemed to notice.
"I'm the Doctor," the Doctor said, in an attempt at cheer. "This is Rose." Rose raised her hand and muttered a barely audible "Hi". The woman in the corner stood up. There was a long, and rather awkward pause.
"Were you friends of Jack?" asked the black woman, and Rose noticed she had a heavy accent that sounded Jamaican.
"Jack," he said solemnly, but couldn't hide the air of confusion. "Yes, I'm guessing he's…."
"Yes," came the other woman's sharp reply. "And who, might I ask, are you to come bursting in here if you don't even know who Jack is?" She had the air of a high class British woman, judging by her accent, and the way she spoke to men as well. This surprised Rose a little bit.
"Ah, bit lost, not really sure where we are," the Doctor supplied. The woman glared at him a moment, then turned her attention to Rose.
"Do you know who Jack is?" she asked. Rose shuffled a bit awkwardly.
"Any last name attached to that? I know a few Jacks…" Rose said, trailing off.
"Jack Sparrow," the woman said.
"Jack Sparrow?" the Doctor spun around to face her. "Something's happened to Jack Sparrow?"
"Yes," replied man with the knife. He set his mug down and looked the Doctor over. "He's dead." The Doctor looked horrified.
"What happened?"
"The Kraken," the man replied.
"Well there's got to be something we can do…isn't there away to bring him back?" the Doctor said wildly. This, Rose thought was an odd thing to say. How could somebody be brought back from the dead? Unless the Doctor had reason to believe that Jack really wasn't dead…
"Would you do it?" came the black woman's voice. She stood up and walked slowly over to them. "Hmm? What…would you? What would any of you be willing to do? Would you sail to the ends of the eart', and beyond, to fetch back witty Jack, and 'im precious Pearl?"
A chorus of 'aye's met this little speech, except for the blond woman, who said yes instead. The black woman grinned.
"Alright. But if you're going to brave de weird, and haunted shores at worlds end, den…you will need a captain, who knows dose waters."
Rose spun around at a loud thud, and her eyes rested on a pair of boots coming down the stairs. Everyone else was staring at them as well, and finally, the person came into full view. He was a ragged looking man, with a scraggly beard and long ratty hair, with a large hat on, and a screeching monkey that dropped down on his shoulder.
"So tell me," he said in a coarse, low voice, his eyes bugging slightly. "what's become of my ship?"
And he laughed as everyone stared openmouthed at him as he took a bite out of a green apple, the juice dribbling down his chin.
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