Amy's eyes finally open at the loud sound of overlapping cries.
"My ship!"
With a heavy sigh, she pulls herself up as the two men leap down onto the deck, both raising their arms above their head and muttering some sort of panicked gibberish. She watches them simultaneously notice each other, and she finds herself amused as they mirror the same hesitant uncertainty. With a quick movement, they both pull out a weapon and stab it through the air, accusingly to the other.
"Die where you stand, mate." growls Jack as he pulls the trigger on his pistol, the barrel of which is lightly illuminated by the green flash of the sonic screwdriver.
Click! The Doctor smiles at the cursing pirate as he shakes the pistol in his hand and throws it mirthlessly across the deck with a huff. She watches the exchange of wordless banter between the two, each sidestepping around the mast, and Jack quickly unsheathes his sword.
There is a smirk as he sees the stranger was somewhat surprised, "Looks like mine's longer than yours."
The Doctor scowls, "Oh, like that really matters."
"Then it's been a while for you, mate. Unless…" His eyebrows raise, still mirroring other's movements and they lower their weapon out of curiosity. "Eunuch?"
Overly-offended, the Doctor's hand darts back up, "No!"
"Sorry, mate. One can assum—"
Almost instantly, Jack's eye catches on Amy as she slowly creeps out from the cover of the shadows. He makes quick of returning his sword, and leaps toward her, as the Doctor stood in bewilderment of his actions.
With a sudden motion, he takes her hand in his and smiles, "Hello. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." And he guides her hand up and kisses tenderly. "What's your name, love?"
The Doctor stands with a silent gasp on his face as he catches something faint of blush on her cheeks, and his eyes send daggers to the pirate.
"Uh, Amy." She utters hesitantly, with a mixture of flattery and confusion.
"Amelia." Jack purrs.
"Amy." The Doctor says quickly, "She said Amy, call her Amy."
"Oh, but I like Amelia. It sounds like a fairytale name."
She finds herself smiling as he releases her hand, yet her lips quickly fold together at the sight of the Doctor glaring to her disapprovingly.
With a swooping motion of his arm, Jack removes his hat and bows to her. "It be an honor to meet you, fairytale girl." Yet his charming smile fades as he glances to the strange, boring man. "Who's your dull friend?"
"He's the Doctor." She says, too amused by it all for her own good.
"The Doctor?" Jack repeats, placing his hat back on his head. "Tha's a stupid name."
"Well, sure." He wryly murmurs as he feeds the screwdriver back into the coat pocket. "Can't beat a name like Jack Sparrow."
"Captain." outbursts the pair of opposing voices.
His green eyes slowly look to Amy, who had already pressed her lips together from her thoughtless correction. He shakes his head at her, insulted, and then glares back to the pirate. With a frustrated huff, the Doctor turns around and angry-walks back to the TARDIS.
"That's it. We're leaving, Pond."
Jack looks to her curiously, "Pond?"
"It's like a pet name, I guess." (an outburst from the Doctor goes unnoticed in the background)
"Oh? So he fancies you?"
"No, not like that." ("No!")
"I think he does." ("Don't do that!")
"Fancies my casual company, if that's what you mean."
"My meanings entail that he fancies you in a….." He quickly glances down at her chest and darts his eyes back up as she arches an eyebrow at him. "comfortable manner."
"You always this charming, Jack?"
He smiles, leaning in closer to her as she gave an interested look, "Inevitably."
They hold each other's steady gaze for a moment, until the stomping footsteps of the Doctor interrupt whatever it was that was…was-ing.
"It won't let me in." admits the dejected Doctor, hanging his head only for the wish to be comforted by his Pond.
"I've an idea that's universal problem for you, mate."
Suddenly, the Doctor convulses indignantly, shaking his arms at the pirate, "Oh, shut up, Jack!"
"Doctor," Amy says soothingly, and moves to rubs his arm, "I've never seen you like this."
His head dart back to her and she notices something crazy in his eyes, "The TARDIS won't let me in. The doors are shut."
Immediately, Amy's eyes drift to Jack and he opens his mouth for another remark, yet both are quickly disappointed as the Doctor lifts a finger to him.
"Still shut up."
Jack mutters, "My word, man, I can't even imagine how you are in bed."
"What?"
"What?"
"What?" Jack mimics and quickly glances to each one of the faces who are giving him a puzzled expression.
"You're picturing me in bed?" asks the Doctor, somewhat disgusted, partially bewildered.
"No." He says with a deep voice, "I was speakin' in the manner of which," He motions to Amy, "you would know."
"What?"
"What?"
"What?" He mimics again, and tilts his head at the confused strangers. "You were sayin', mate?"
The Doctor shuffles in place, and anxiously digs his hands into his coat pockets, "My ship won't let me in to sail it."
In the same moment, they all turn their heads to stare at the TARDIS as the bottom of it sticks out while the rest remains pierced through the deck. The Doctor sighs and slowly walks back up to it.
"A box? You be wantin' to….get inside a box?" He turns back around and rubs his forehead. "How drunk am I?"
Amy glances behind her for a place to sit and leans up against the wooden railing, leisurely, "Obviously not enough if you're not fantasizin' about shaggin' a pretty girl."
Immediately, she closes her eyes tightly with the realization of her thoughtless utterance, and hesitantly, she opens them to see Jack twirling around, giving her a seductive smile.
Amy lightly chuckles and shakes her head as he takes steps to her, yet before he can swoop his hat off his head again, flirtatiously this time, the Doctor catches him in the corner of his eye.
"Oi, Jack." He barks.
Jacks corrects him with a sing-songy tone. "Captain."
"We all know you've got no morals, that's clear. But I would fancy if you would leave her—" The Doctor suddenly slaps himself in the face, "Ow!" and again "What did I miss?" three more times "What did I miss?" A strange smile spreads across his face, "Oh, yes." And he walks up to Jack. "Where is your crew, Captain?"
"Sleepin' the mangy dogs they are." He says peacefully, and then realization sets in. "Why aren't they swarmin' the deck..—"
"No, wait." Another slap to the face, and he cringes at the insensible sting. "Forget that. Perception filter. How stupid."
The Doctor lightheartedly twirls back over to the TARDIS, "I won't be able to work on her in the pitch black of night." He shoves his hand in his coat pocket and slips out the sonic. "So I'll have to hide her." With a whirring, green light, the TARDIS fades into the blackened wood of the deck, and he returns the screwdriver back to his jacket.
"We're in need of accommodations, Jack."
Amy and Jack look at him curiously and then to each other as his mood seems to have suddenly been brightened, and he stands with a strange, cheery bounce in his step.
The pirates squints suspiciously, "What if I just throw you overboard, eh?"
That strange sort of smile spread across his face again, "Oh, come on, Jack. You're a not-very respectable captain. You at least want it to be a fair fight."
Amy quickly glances to Jack and then to the Doctor, "W-Wait. A fight? For what?"
Simultaneously, they both slightly turn in her direction, giving her a questioning look, then quickly back to each other.
"Aye," He proudly smiles, "and a fair fight it shall be."
Amy leans up off the railing and looks to them as they share a knowing glare, "All right then, raise your hand if you're being odd and…mad."
She rolls her eyes as both of their hands dart up with a devilish smile on their faces, and the cold fog of her breath carries an ill-humored laugh.
"Got a room for us, then?" asks the Doctor eagerly.
Jack pauses for a moment in thought, rubbing his beard, and a smirk comes upon him and it carries in his eyes as he glances back to the Doctor.
"I've got the perfect place for you, mate." He swoops him around, "Below deck with the rest of the filthy cur."
"What about me, Jack?"
The Doctor smiles at the innocence she forces in her tone, and though his back is to her, he can still see her eyes play the part to a T. He sees Jack turn around and pause, as he must've stared into the bright, controlling spheres.
"Well, of course, love. It's the captain's quarters for the beauty."
The Doctor silently gags at the purring sound of Jack's voice, and slowly he takes his chance to back away.
"Oi, what are you doin'?" Jack grips his arm and begins to pull him back towards the door.
"Wouldn't you prefer me in a place where I couldn't roam around your ship freely and unnoticed..ly?"
With a grumble, he concedes, and motions them to follow him across the deck. Before the doors creak open, he rushes through the shadows for the lighting of candles to impress a certain candlelight-haired girl. The Doctor looks unimpressed at her as the room is slowly illuminated by each flickering fire, though she can't help but smile.
"Oh." Jack murmurs, and Amy leaps to his side, despite the disgruntlement of the Doctor.
"What is it?" She asks as he looks through various places on his person. "Oh, here."
Before he can glance up, she retrieves a small box of matches and quickly demonstrates. They share a sweet smile, as the Doctor sighs in the background, rolling his eyes, and she tosses it to him.
"Save 'em for later, shall I?"
Amy slowly drifts back to where the Doctor stands as he continues to light candles, and he leans in to whisper in her ear.
"Pond, what are you doing?" He forces as much as a light, questioning tone than the green beast that tore in his chest.
"What? I'm being friendly—"
"Too friendly."
She scoffs at him, "You're being ridiculous—"
"You're practically canoodling with the pirate!" He angrily whispers.
"Canoodling?"
"Oh, shut up."
"Careful, Doctor. People might start to think you're becoming jealous."
He forces a shirking (quiet) laugh, "J-Jealous? Psh, of w-what?"
His eyes stay on her as she watches Jack rummage through some old cupboard, and he wonders if she'll say it, yet the silence pours through and she seems lost in thought or distraction.
He gently nudges her to get her attention back, "You said I was jealous of something—"
"Yup." She says distantly.
"W-Well, what? I should like to know what I'm being accused of."
She turns her head to him and shushes, "That he's a better captain, of course."
What? No. That's not it at all. And even then, he didn't know what. But surely she did? Though he figured by the look on her face, she undoubtedly had no idea regarding anything else.
"Oh, yes. Of course." He murmurs, and she gives him a reassuring pat on the arm.
When the room is fully brightened by the candles, her eyes scan around it for a place to crash.
"I don't see a bed." She says quietly.
"I sleep in the chair." replies Jack, and he pulls out a thick sheet from underneath a cupboard, "The both of you, being the ones in need of comfortable place of sleepin', will have to fight over this."
"That's a hammock." And both the Doctor and Jack catch the other in a glare.
Amy says with that optimistic, child-like air, "Cool."
"Cool?" repeats Jack, immediately looking to her for an explanation.
The Doctor rubs his hairless eyebrows at Jack's 'lost dog' impression, "It means 'good'."
"So why not just say 'savvy'?"
A smile spread across her face, "Ooh, I like that."
"No, you don't." grumbles the Doctor.
"I think I'll say it from now on." She says gingerly as Jack smiles in the background.
"Please, don't."
"Oi," Amy turns to the Doctor,"'geronimo', 'who da' man?', and 'yowza'. Shut your face, savvy?"
"If there ever could be a person who says it best, Amelia, you are the only."
Another groan at the two of them, and the Doctor turns his back and begins to wordlessly mock him as he hangs up the hammock. Though for him, it seemed like five minutes, he turns around to see that Jack had already broken out the rum and both of them were drinking heartily.
He strides over to them, and his eyes fixate on Amy for self-control, "The hammock's up, Pond."
The half-full bottle slowly leans down from her lips, and she sighs contently.
She speaks with a faint slur. "Well, half-empty. That's what we decided on, wasn't it, Jack?"
"Technically," He coyly slides the bottle back over to her hand, "it's still half-full."
She hoarsely chuckles, and leans for the bottle again, yet before the neck rests in her palm, the Doctor takes it and slides it roughly back over to Jack, giving him a warning glare.
"How about you let me get you to bed, Pond?"
"Oh," She putters her lips up at him and groans. "Just one more sip?"
"Pond."
"Savvy?"
He slides her chair back and wraps his arms around her and he carries her up to her wobbly feet. With her head lifelessly leaning against his chest, he walks her over to the hammock.
"Jack said the feelin' of bein' drunk cancels out the feelin' of bein' seasick."
"I can't imagine how."
He gently places her in the nook of the hammock and she groans again as he tosses her long legs inside.
"This doesn't help." She mutters, "Rocking on a ship in the ocean, drinking some good stuff, now in a swingy bed-thing. So much swingy move-y-ness."
The Doctor slowly glances back to Jack, who luckily is already passed out in his chair, and his eyes revert back to her, somewhat surprised that she was looking up at him.
"Not gonna scooch in?" and before he can shake his head, she starts to wiggle to make some room, "I could use the steadiness."
With one more glance back at the snoring Jack, he worms his way into the hammock, and it isn't until her alcohol-ridden breath is sifting in his chest that he realizes she's sprawled over on top of him, her arms and legs spread out over him like long branches.
And despite it all, the insufferable swinging of the loose hammock, the fear that perhaps he didn't tie it tightly enough to hold both of their weight, the untrustworthy pirate who may or may not be unconscious, it was all…..nice. She started to slip into dreaming, with her falling-asleep gibberish muttered on his skin, and that little splotch of her drunken drool coming through his shirt. It was all…..nice. His Amelia Pond, sleeping, peaceful. And she was in his arms. And he could feel each breath that was given and taken pass through her chest. And her quiet, calm heartbeat. And the strands of her hair that nuzzled up by his face, with her scent. Despite it all, he could almost feel himself join her as his eyelids flutter close and the worries seem to slip from his consciousness in the same moment he did.