An: Happy Easter, everyone. Hope you have a great one!
Chapter 2
Ship's Deck, night
McGrath holds his knife in one hand, ready to strike. He uses his other hand to try to block out the singing.
Ship, Captain's Cabin, night
The others hear his scream as the pendant slowly swings at the lock.
Ship's Deck, night
The other pirates come out on deck. There is no sign of McGrath, only his pistol.
The Captain picks up the pistol. "Same as all the others. No sign of a struggle. No bones or blood."
"We're shark bait, every single one of us. Stuck on the ocean, waiting until the wind changes."
There is a banging from one of the hatches.
"What's that?" asks the Captain.
"The creature, it's returned."
The pirates approach cautiously, the Captain aims the pistol. The hatch bursts open to reveal the Doctor, Jenny, Rory and Amy.
"Yo ho ho! Or does nobody actually say that?" asks the Doctor.
Ship, Hold, night
The TARDIS rests among the storage.
Ship, Captain's Cabin, night
The Captain is questioning the presence of strangers on his ship.
"We made no signal."
"Our sensors picked you up. Ship in distress," says Jenny.
"Sensors?"
"Yes. OK. Problem word. Seventeenth century. Our ship automatically, er..noticed-ish... that your ship was having some bother," the Doctor explained.
"That big blue crate!?"
The Doctor snaps his fingers.
"Tis more magic, Captain Avery. They're spirits. How else would they have found their way below decks?" asks a pirate.
"Well, I want to say multidimensional engineering, but since you had a problem with sensors I won't go there. Look, I'm the Doctor, this is Jenny, Amy, Rory. We're pirates, same as you. Arghhhhh!"
The Doctor turns to look at the pirates behind them and when he turns around, Avery has a pistol aimed at his head.
"Except for the gun thing." The gun is out of Avery's hand and out the window within seconds thanks to Jenny. "And the beardiness."
"You're stowaways! Only explanation. Eight days, we've been stranded here. Becalmed. You must have stowed away before we sailed."
"What do we do with 'em?" asked the pirate.
"Oh, I think they deserve our hospitality."
Ship's Deck, night
The Doctor is standing at the edge of a plank jutting over the side of the ship. The pirates laugh.
"I suppose that laughing like that is in the job description. 'Can you do the laugh?' Check. Grab yourself a parrot. Welcome aboard."
"Stocks are low. Only one barrel of water remains. We don't need four more empty bellies to fill. Take the doxies below to the galley. Set 'em to work. They won't need much feeding."
One of the pirates "escorts" Amy and Jenny to the stairs that lead below-decks.
"Rory, a little help?"
Rory is being restrained by another pirate.
"Hey, listen right. They're not doxies."
"I didn't mean just tell him off. Thanks anyway."
The pirate forces them below.
"If you're lucky you'll drown before the sharks can take a bite," Avery tells the Doctor.
"If this is just because I'm a captain too, you shouldn't feel threatened. Your ship is much bigger than mine. And I don't have the cool boots. Or a hat, even."
Avery aims the pistol. "Time to go."
"A Bit more laughter, guys?" He motions with his hand.
Ship, Below-Decks, night
Amy and Jenny open a chest and finds it filled with swords. They take some out and as they're testing the feel of them in their hands, they see two long coats and two tricornes hanging on a peg.