A/N: Sad to say that this will probably be my last update for a while as I'm going on a sailing trip on a Tall Ship in 3 days with some of my school friends for a week, so yay no school but boo no fic writing! I will try my very hardest to get one more chapter up before I go but no promises so enjoy this one in the mean time and feel free to guess where I'm going with it, if anyone guesses right I will actually be amazed because this story is going to be a bit more complex than expected... also, there is a slight reference to something that happened in the 3rd Pirates of the Caribbean film that will have significance later on and if anyone can tell me what the miniature reference will lead in to you get bonus points!
Jack steered the ship across the waters the way his compass placed in front of him was directing. They arrived by a stream leading deep into the island. It was much too small for the Black Pearl so Jack, the Doctor, Barbossa, Gibbs and several other pirates climbed into a small boat and started to row upstream.
The Doctor inspected the area, his neck craning in every direction. He had no idea what he was doing so instead he would let Jack lead them through this part. The boat was nearing a pier and Jack was the only one to rise from his seat. Presumably he was the only one getting off. They came to a steady halt by the side of the wooden planks which left the Doctor curious as to what he should do now.
Jack stepped off the boat with an overly-dramatic heave of his left leg over the gap between the boat and the pier. "Won't be a minute..." he waves a hand around indicating he wanted them to wait by the boat. He made his way down the pier with very bouncy strides that looked rather odd even by the Doctor's standards...
"What's he doing?" the Doctor leaned forward, as he was near the back of the boat.
"He's gettin' something that'll come in handy if we need to fight these other pirates." Gibbs explained.
"But we don't need a thing; we need a crew, an army, a resistance as in lots of people." The Doctor disputed.
"Aye, but this'll really help Doctor, you just gotta be patient." Gibbs turned to face him now with a serious expression on his face.
The Doctor simply nodded and sat back in his seat. He was not fond of patience especially when it involves River, or danger, or most importantly River in danger. He tapped his fingers in an annoying rhythm on the side of the boat as he waited. "I... don't... like... waiting..." he frowned emphasising each word.
Gibbs rolled his eyes. "Well if you want River back, you'll have to wait a minute!" his tone was serious. "She's waiting for you right now, so think how she must feel... if she's still able to wait..." he trailed off at the last part, there were minimal chances of them finding her alive after so many who have been abducted by Long John Silver have perished.
This shut him up. He wanted River back no matter what. He resisted the urge to pace the little space of the boat he had as the seconds ticked by, those agonising seconds that River was not by his side seemed to last so much longer than any others.
A few more minutes passed by before the frantic footsteps the Doctor had long awaited to hear echoed down the pier. Jack came running with a large object in his hands, being careful not to drop it but being quick to not waste time. He tossed Barbossa the item then literally catapulted himself back onto the boat.
The Doctor curiously looked at the object in question that was in Barbossa's arms. It was a grey-green box with strange patterns on the lid. He glanced at the other pirates' faces as they began to carefully row back towards the Black Pearl, he didn't detect any worrying emotion, so what was in that box was safe- that was reassurance at least.
As they neared the opening out to sea again his curiosity got the better of him. The Doctor tapped Barbossa on his shoulder. "Barbossa, what's in the box?" he asked, inspecting it once again.
"Ah, in here be the one thing Jack counts on to help us when he needs it." He handed the box to Jack who approached them at the mention of it.
"We need to be at the exact point which they cross so it'll work." Jack explained to Barbossa.
"Aye..." he nodded in confirmation.
The Doctor raises his arm almost like a child at school would. "Anyone want to include me here?"
"There is a certain spot in the sea where this world crosses with Davey Jones' Locker and we need to be at that exact point in the sea for this to work." Jack said as he patted the lid of the chest.
They reached the Black Pearl again and all boarded safely. Barbossa stood at the wheel with the Doctor and Jack either side of him. "Set sail for Davey Jones' Locker!"
River's eyes slowly broke open as she drifted back into consciousness. Her head still in a spin from whatever that fog was. She scanned the room, there wasn't much light apart from what was seeping through the cracks in the door's poor woodwork and the walls. The shackles dug deep into her wrists as she yanked at them, forgetting they were there for a second. She winced with pain.
"Ooh, those pirates are so dead!" she hissed. "...Again..."
The boat rocked along the waves unevenly up and down, it made River feel queasy. She sighed hopelessly; this was going to be a long trip that she'd have to kill the Doctor for later. Any moment she was going to throw up, she felt the stinging burning pain in her stomach. She leaned her head forwards just in case, the urge grew stronger.
Footsteps were beating against the wooden floor, getting louder as the shadows of feet block out the light in the cracks. River's eyes glanced up to the door watching for movement. The shadows came to a halt outside the door as the murmurs of conversation became clearer but still too faint to tell what each word was.
"We get her blood now then when Jolly Roger is raised use it at the exact moment the moon aligns ..." Long John Silver ordered behind the door.
"She's a strong woman, are you sure it'll be easy Captain?" the other pirate asked sceptically.
"O' course it will!" Long John Silver chuckled confidently. "She should still be affected by the fog. The more fog that's still inside her, the easier it'll be... and the more effective her blood will be too."
River barely hard what they were saying, only the occasional word she could just about understand as English. Her breathing was uneven and shaky; she knew there was something else in that fog that has made her ill. She groaned as she heard the door open- she wasn't in the mood for the corpses to torment her again. She wretched but nothing came out.
"What do you want?" her voice part whiny, part aggravated, part tired and part murderous.
Long John Silver kneeled down in front of River placing a finger under her chin slowly lifting it so she was facing him. He stared at her for a moment then held his hand behind him. One of his crew handed him a small metal object that he held very close to River's flesh on her right arm.
The sharp blade was stone cold on her skin. He ran the edge along her vein on her wrist just below the shackle restraining her. He dug it into her, sliding it across drawing blood. She cried out in agony as the metal tore through and shredded her skin. Her crimson blood trickled down her hand staining her flesh a sickly orange-red.
Long John Silver placed a glass tube under the wound to gather the drops of blood dripping off of her. He squeezed her wrist so more blood poured out and trickled into the tube. She cried out again, this time trying desperately to hold back tears. The cold sea air felt like a million daggers stabbing her in the same place as it brushed on the exposed wound violently.
The tube filled and Long John Silver placed the cork on the top then handed it to one of his crew standing behind him. He took a cloth and tightly wrapped it over the wound. "Wouldn't want you dying... just yet!" He tied it with a chuckle then rose to his feet. He turned away then walked to the door pulling it closed behind him.
"...Just yet?" River mumbled to herself questioningly. She gagged again, this time it felt as if something had made its way up her throat then slid back down.
This was a sign that the worst was yet to come...
