"I think there's been some kind of mistake," said Captain Jack Harkness. He had his hands held up, palms out in the usually much understood gesture of surrender. Right now though he just hoped that it had started before the Seventeenth century and these two incredibly dangerous looking women didn't push the tips of their drawn swords right through him.
"It's your mistake sorcerer, but before we end you, tell us your name so we can carve it into the mast with all the others." The short dark curly haired woman spoke with a recognisable Welsh accent. Jack knew it well, and he knew this woman's descendant well. The 'Chronal Form Repetition' just kept happening. Gwen Cooper's family likeness seemed like its very own fixed point in time.
That's the last time I do U.N.I.T a favour, and spend ten thousand years in a containment unit waiting for the prisoner to show up, and then have him(s) rescue herself. It should have been back to base for tea and biscuits, with Ianto for supper. But nooooo… The pay off for me is for the Vortex manipulator to drop me here of all places. Ah well, at least they're both wearing low cut pirate outfits.
With that morale boosting thought, Jack tried something. "They say that names have power right? And that if a sorcerer has your name, then killing him makes your very soul bound to him?"
"Aye,' said the stunningly attractive Japanese woman who had the other sword pressed to him. 'But you would be truly a fool if you thought we'd give you our names. Now Li-"
"Gwendoline Cooper and Toshiko Sato, You work for me." With that he placed his hands on the blades and parted them ostentatiously. The women's eyes widened with awe and fear, and they bowed their heads slightly before slowly looking up.
"Your name please my lord?" asked Toshiko.
"It's Jack, but you can call me Captain."
"Oh shit,' said Gwen, 'not another one."