A/N: As always, I do not own the Doctor and the like. Captain Jack is mine though! Contact me if you wish to use her for anything or read other stories based on her…I just can't let go of her! Also, all chapters start with the number, who's point of view the chapter is from, and the title of the chapter. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 1 Jack- What the hell?
Some say I'm a pirate, others just think I'm a thief plain and simple. I prefer to think of myself as a scavenger. When I'm not hauling cargo that is. See, in modern times, uncharted waters are nonexistent and tracking a ship, especially one the size of the Sunset Ambrosia or bigger, is easy. I have a way of staying under the radar and have a tendency to use that to my advantage. Most the cargo I carry isn't illegal, just hard to explain to customs officials. I had come across several treasures in recent history keeping me and my crew comfortable staying out at sea. I never did fit in on land anyways.
I was sitting at my desk when I heard it for the first time, that screeching followed by a low rumbling before the ship lurched like it had just sunk a few inches. The ship bobbed back up but still, it was like something landed on us. Problem with that was that were in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, nothing should be landing on us. There was silence for a few seconds before the commotion started. I could hear my men running up the stairs. It's safe to say I didn't drink too much vodka to make up that noise. I shoved my revolver into the back of my torn jeans and pulled my long blonde hair into a pony tail.
"What the hell is going on out here?" I yelled as soon as I flung the glass double doors to my cabin open. The majority of my crew were surrounding a blue box that had appeared right in the middle of the deck, only about seven feet from wheel. "What the hell is that?" I pointed to the wooden box. It looked like a telephone booth but only with no windows.
"Joey, I need more light!" I yelled up to the navigation room that sat over top my room. The layout of my ship was pretty basic. She was a pirate ship at one point, although depending on who you ask they might say it still is. My room was on the deck along with the helm while a small room sat over top that we used as a navigation room since you could see more. The first floor below the deck contained a small galley, Joey, my first mate's cabin, a cabin for my best friend Ellie when she chose to tag along, an infirmary (cot nailed to the wall of a closet filled with pure alcohol and cotton swabs, thanks to Ellie), and the main living area for the ten man crew. Below that was the cargo hold and the brig (two cells in a room). The floor below that wasn't supposed to be there and took a lot of know how to realize it was there. That was where I hid all the cargo of an illegal nature. Right now it contained a few paintings that were supposed to have been destroyed during WWI.
Joey looked reluctant to put down his shotgun but he did and went into the little room and soon the deck was flooded with florescent light from the masts overhead. Joey had been my dad's first mate when he was operating a fishing boat turned treasure hunting operation. Joey had just kind of drifted along to me after my father's death.
I didn't like the blue box any better all lit up. There was something odd about it, I mean other than it appearing out of thin air onto my ship. I'd seen some pretty odd things in my fifteen years of running cargo and treasure hunting, but this took the cake. I wanted to look away from the box so I turned back to Joey and shrugged. The door to the thing opened and every gun that had started to ease was raised and pointed directly at the box and the tall, thin man who appeared out the door. "Oh, hello!" He greeted us with a wave. He had a brown pinstripe suit with a long tan coat on overtop. It wasn't exactly warm where we were but it wasn't cold enough to need all those layers.
"Stay right there!" I commanded and pulled my own gun from the waist band of my pants. He studied me before his eyes drifted to the gun in my hand.
"There's no need for those, I'm unarmed," he said lower this time, less thrilled about the guns.
"You just appeared on my ship in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, I think guns are warranted right now," I told him.
The man looked around and seemed to realize he was on a ship before he turned back to me. "I love boats," he said with a smile despite the guns. "I'm guessing late 1700's," he put a hand on the mast next to where the blue box had appeared. He looked back at me and my ripped jeans and AC/DC tee shirt, then up to the lights lining the sails. "Or maybe not."
"Who are you and how did you get here and what is that?" I pointed to the box.
He ran his hand through his hair. "I think I may have overshot my destination a bit," he mumbled to himself still looking around the ship. "I'm the Doctor by the way."
"The Doctor?" I repeated.
"Yup, that's me," he waved. "That's my TARDIS, it travels through space and time."
"Right," I put my gun back in my pants pocket feeling the mother of all headaches coming on. I needed a drink more than I needed to deal with this. "Take him to the brig and stay on course for Mexico," I told the crew and went back towards the doors to my cabin. "Be nice to him," I warned the guys as an afterthought. "And move that thing before we get to Mexico. I don't want Juan to get any bright ideas." I slammed the door pretty hard and went back to my desk and the maps.