Chapter 2- Jack- I was never that good at torture
I woke up the next morning at close to sunrise and was trying to go about my day as normal when I remembered we had a guest. I had really hoped the events of the previous night had just been a result of consuming too much tequila, or vodka, or both. Unfortunately the blue box was still there, like it was waiting for us to acknowledge its presence.
"That thing's still there," I warned Joey as I made my way to the navigation room. I never went up there. It was where all the technology was and I had no desire to learn how to use any of it. I was happy to use my maps and compasses. Besides, my ship was from the 18th Century, you still had to steer from down on the deck.
"It won't budge," he said. "We tried everything. It'll need a forklift but I don't think that'll do it any good. It's like it's attached to the Ambrosia."
I rubbed my eyes with the sleeve of my long black sweater before leaning over the railing to look at the blue box. "Any ideas how it got here?"
"Not one," Joey told me. "There was nothing on radar or sonar. I checked the logs thinking maybe I had fallen asleep, but there's nothing. Just that noise and then it was here."
"And the man who came out of it?" I asked.
"Hasn't said anything since getting here."
"Great," I muttered and pushed myself off the railing. We wouldn't be getting to Mexico until nightfall at the earliest so I went down to the deck where the blue box was. I walked all the way around it, studying everything about it. There was no way that thing had just fallen onto my ship, it had to come from somewhere. And how on earth had that man fit inside for so long? I walked up to what I presumed was the front and pulled on the door handle. It wouldn't budge, locked. I gave up and figured there was someone who knew more about it.
The brig was one floor below the crew quarters and happened to be right next to the main cargo hold, the one where we kept all the legal cargo. This week we a couple dozen crates fabric. Granted I didn't know what was underneath the fabric in those crates but knowing Juan, it was something along the lines of stolen car parts. I had picked up a banana and a bottle of orange juice on my way down. I unlocked the main door and went in. We usually didn't have a need for a brig so I was surprised to see the bars to the two cells inside still intact. The man was in the first one, sitting on the blanket they'd thrown in with him. He looked tired and scruffy but he smiled as I walked in. I didn't say anything, just sat down on the floor in front of him with the bars between us.
"I got it," he said suddenly. "I must be in some time between 1990 and 2015."
I rolled my eyes figuring this was going to go about as well as it did last night. "Here," I handed him the banana and juice through the bars. "Are you going to tell me who you are?"
"I'm the Doctor," he said simply.
"I need at least a last name unless you enjoy spending the rest of your life in the cell," I warned him.
"You haven't told me yours."
"Fine," I gritted my teeth. "Jack D'Ambrosio."
"Isn't Jack usually a boy's name?"
I worried for my teeth I was grinding them together so hard watching him peel the banana. "Short for Jacqueline."
"I know a Captain Jack," he grinned but frowned as I raised an eyebrow at him.
"What is that thing on my deck?"
"I told you last night," he said. I could tell he was getting frustrated with me too but I wasn't following him.
"You told me gibberish last night."
"And you had twelve guns pointed at my head."
"Because my crew was in danger," I said and realized there was no point in arguing with him so I stood up. "Fine, sit here and rot. I have more important things to do right now." I slammed the door behind me and stood outside for a moment. I was shocked to see it swing open and the man standing next to me carrying the juice in one hand and what looked like a thick pen in the other. "What the hell?" I looked back into the brig to see the door to the cell swinging wide open. "I know those are old but they're steel! How did you do that?"
"Sonic screw driver," He held up the pen thingy. "Come on, I have something to show you."
