Chapter 1: Sand, Pirates and Rum

Picking himself up off of the hard metal floor of the TARDIS, Captain Jack Harkness winced and rubbed at his bruised ribs. As usual, the time machine had come out of the time vortex hard, sending it's passengers sprawling to the floor. Brushing some dust from his close cropped black hair, the man glanced over at his companions. The Doctor was hunched over the monitor set into the console of the TARDIS, checking out their surroundings. Rose had disappeared into the back rooms to change into something that would fit the time period.

Strolling over to the Doctor, Jack asked, "So, where are we?"

"Somewhere in the late 16th century, give or take fifty years. I can't get a good reading on our location in time." Scowling at the screen, the Time Lord sighed and continued. "However, we appear to be on Earth, somewhere in the Caribbean. Glancing at the other man, he flashed a smile just as Rose came through the back door.

"Alright then, read to go?" the Doctor asked, straightening his leather jacket. Despite the humid climate, the Time Lord refused to change his outfit, even though he would stand out like a sore thumb. Rose, on the other hand, had changed into a low-necked white dress, and had put her blonde hair up in a ponytail. Jack had opted to shed his own vest and go out in a white shirt and black pants. He would be hot, but hopefully wouldn't stand out too much. Grinning at the duo, the Doctor clapped his hands and motioned for Jack to be the first one to leave.

Sighing, the Captain pushed open the double doors of the blue police box and stepped out into the bright afternoon sunlight. The TARDIS had landed on a beach, and Jack took a few steps forward, heading the roar of the surf, the squawking of seagulls, and the sound of the TARDIS taking off…the TARDIS was leaving!

Whirling around, the man stared in astonishment as the blue box flashed, beeped, and faded from sight. Frozen in shock, Jack wondered what had happened. Had they been meaning to strand him on a desert island? Or had something gone wrong with the TARDIS? Brown eyes closed, he thought about his next move. It would be foolish to stay out in the open like this, exposed to any kind of threat. But if he moved too far away, the Doctor and Rose might not be able to find him if they returned. Hearing his stomach rumble, Jack sighed and decided to find something to eat. Opening his eyes, he looked straight into a pair of brown eyes.

"I think I had too much rum…" the other man said, stepping back and letting Jack have a better view of him. The stranger was dressed in a loose white shirt, a worn brown leather vest, and equally worn brown pants and boots. Atop his head was a ragged three-cornered black hat, concealing a red bandana. But his face was the most interesting thing about him. Crafty chocolate brown eyes looked out at the world, framed by dark brown hair that had many braids in them, mostly ending with beads. His beard also ended with two strings of beads, but his moustache was unadorned. A saber also was buckled onto his left hip. All in all, a typical pirate.

"Hi." Jack replied, wondering where in the world the man had come from. Staring defiantly at the pirate, he decided he didn't really care, as long as the other man wasn't bloodthirsty. Pirates in the future often were, and that was the main reason why Jack disliked them.

"Now," the pirate said, strutting around Jack and waving a hand, "I could put ya down to a vision or a horrible nightmare from all the rum I drank earlier, but I think you just might be real. I'm not quite sure, but somehow I don't think one of my nightmares wouldn't be this calm…" Pausing in his monologue, the bearded man leaned in close and whispered, "Say…do you have any more rum?"

This guy was weird…or just drunk. Either way, Jack had no rum on hand, so he just shook his head and back off another pace. The pirate looked mildly disappointed, but shrugged and continued his speech. "Anyway, I'll let you live, or continue to imagine you, or not wake up…" Gazing up at the sky, he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, giving Jack time to gaze around. The island seemed fairly large, with plenty of shade from coconut trees and other plants, as well as food. If this man was here, there might be others as well who could give him information and food. Or this pirate had been stranded by his crew.

"By the way, I am Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl. Who are you?" Flourishing the hat and giving a slight bow, the pirate gazed levelly at Jack, obviously expecting some kind of response. "Er….My name is Captain Jack Harkness. Nice to meet you, Jack." He had never expected to meet another person with the same name as him…let alone a captain on a desert island!

"It's Captain Jack." The man muttered, looking annoyed at the lack of title. Shoving the hat back onto his head, Jack Sparrow turned and walked off towards the trees. Not waiting for an invitation, Jack followed him, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he went. It was hot here in the tropics! Entering the shade of the palm trees, Jack sighed with relief. He had never handled heat well, and being stranded in a hot area was going to be difficult. Hopefully there was a stream or water source for him to cool down in, if the other Captain would show it to him.

Gazing at the back of the pirate, he wondered just why this Jack was interested in him. He doubted it was because Sparrow was kind-hearted and helped anyone in need, but there must be some reason. Grinning, Jack decided to bug the other man until he gave in and told him, or drew his sword. If the latter happened, Jack would either run away as fast as he could, or try and get another sword and fight the pirate. Raising his chin up slightly to give him a look of authority, the captain jogged up beside Jack Sparrow.

"Hey Captain, can I ask you something?" he asked lightly, with a friendly smile. There was no need to let the older man suspect anything; it would be easier to get answers out of him this way.

"That depends on what the question is, mate." Wagging a finger in Jack's direction, the pirate chuckled and gave him a sly glance.

"Well, I was just curious as to why you want to help a stranger like me. I mean, you aren't even sure I exist." Jack added hastily as the captain came sudden halt and swung towards him. As the other Jack gazed at him silently, the stranded man suddenly felt uncomfortable, a feeling he hadn't felt in ages. Why was he feeling this way?

"Lad, I'm not helping you. I'm assisting you." As Jack gave the pirate a startled glance, he continued with a smile. "There is a major difference between the two. If you had asked me for something and I was giving it to you, that would be helping you. But since you didn't ask for anything and are just following me around, that means I'm assisting you. See the difference?"

As Jack stood there and tried to figure out the riddle of the meaning, Captain Sparrow continued to walk on, pausing once to yell back, "Well, are ya commin' or not?"

- - -

Later that night, the two Jacks sat beside a small fire, each nursing a bottle of rum. Captain Jack was humming a sea shanty and rocking back an forth slightly, brown eyes bloodshot from too much drinking. Jack himself had only drunk about half of the bottle, saving the rest for a later time. He was busy thinking about the Doctor and Rose, wondering if they were ok and if they were coming back to get him. Captain Jack had kindly given him some fruit and some fresh water when they had reached his make-shift camp. Jack had gone and gathered some firewood, lighting it with a spare match he had managed to find on him.

"So…if you a captain, where's your ship?" Jack Sparrow asked lazily, draining his own bottle and tossing it aside. "Or was that box it?"

"No…my own ship exploded a while back…it was intentional though. I did it to save a town from being destroyed." Well, it wasn't exactly the truth, but Jack figured that there was no need to say anything about future technology to this man. He might try and create it…

"Oh, so you mean you acted brave and did something stupid then?" the pirate replied, grinning roguishly. "I've done that too, on occasion. Almost got myself killed, though."

"Same here." Jack said with a sigh, remembering how the Doctor had took him when the German bomb had been about to explode, resulting in him becoming a member of the TARDIS crew. The three of them had gone on many adventures together, and had always watched each other's back. Jack was confident they would return for him once they found out that the TARDIS had screwed up.

"Well then, I think that calls for a toast to our bravery…or stupidity, whichever one you like better. Bottoms up!" Raising his bottle into the air, Captain Jack Sparrow leaned back and gulped back the liquor. Smiling, Jack saluted him with his bottle and followed suit, downing the rest in two swallows. Hiccupping, he then promptly fell backwards and started to snore loudly.

"Hey, lad, wake up."

"Uh…wha' do ya want?" Groaning, he opened his eyes and stared blurrily up at Captain Jack's face, wondering what time it was. The pirate was grinning down at him, brown eyes sparkling in the light of the dying fire.

"Good, you're awake…" Trailing off, he chuckled and leaned closer to Jack, his rum-scented breath hot on the man's face. Through his rum-fogged brain, Jack realized something wasn't right with this picture. When did it get so cool?

Leaning even closer still, so that there was about an inch between them, Sparrow breathed, "Ready for a bit o' fun, lad?" As Jack struggled to figure out what in the seven seas the pirate meant with that remark, the older Jack sat back and unbuttoned his vest, tossing it over a nearby log. He then took off his shirt and boots, leaving his pants on. The hat remained firmly glued on his head, even though it was precariously balanced on an angle.

Realization finally dawned on Jack as the Captain was stripping down. By fun, he meant…oh, well wasn't this getting interesting? Although Jack himself was bisexual, he hadn't slept with a man for a long while. If Sparrow was already undressing, he probably should to. Attempting to sit up resulted in a sharp burst of pain from his wrists and being jerked sharply back to the sand.

"Oh, you think you're so smart, eh?" Jack said between gritted teeth, trying to wriggle his hands loose from the rope that bound them. He had been spread over another log, hands tied above his head to a strong branch and stripped down to his boxers. His legs were spread apart, feet tied separately to two smaller logs on either side of the one he was bound to. So much for a say in the arrangements…

"You're they one who passed out, not me. I decided to assist you by making you feel good." Giving him a sly smile, Captain Jack climbed over the younger man and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Jack sighed and tried once more to shift into a more comfortable position, but was stopped by a harder kiss from the pirate.

"Mmm…" Jack moaned slightly returning the passion with a kiss of his own. They exchanged kisses for a few minutes, each becoming more passionate. Breaking out a particularly deep kiss, Jack muttered, "C'mon, you said this would be fun."

"Aye, but I'm just getting started…" As he shifted and moved father down Jack's body, the time traveller paused to admire his body. Deeply tanned, exposure to the sun had coloured him and even darker brown, and all the time spend on a ship had made his muscles strong and smooth.

Resting his head on the cool bark of the log, Jack felt his boxers being pulled downwards, coming to a halt at his knees. Hearing a soft exclamation from the pirate, Jack smiled and moved his waist from side to side.

"Good boy." Captain Jack praised him, returning to look him in the face. Leaning down, the captain pressed his body against Jack's letting the younger man know that the real fun was about to begin. Disappearing down once again, Sparrow began to run his hands over Jack's body, stopping once he reached a certain area just below his waist. Feeling Jack's tongue on his skin, the man moaned and went hard.

"Yes, that's it lad…" came the hoarse whisper from below. Moaning again, Jack wondered if he could repay the captain's 'kindness'. Probably…

That night, cries of joy came from the island, mixed with screams of pain. The sound carried on the breeze, making the locals uneasy about the inhabitants of the island next to theirs. A plan was made, and all waited for dawn to come…