Drunken Sailor: Part Two
The Doctor was huddled in the corner of his straw covered cell when he heard the singing again. He didn't know what they would do this time, but last time he had heard that song, the pirates had thrown him in this very cell. Unfortunately, putting him in the 'lockup' was not helping him become 'sober'.
"What do ya do wit' a drunken sailor?"
The Doctor clutched Polly parrot close to his chest, watching the slightly blurry door with worry.
"What do ya do wit' a drunken sailor?"
He wasn't even a sailor! How could they subject him to this? You know, that piece of straw looks awfully like a horse.
"What do ya do wit' a drunken sailor, er-lye in the marning?"
The door flew open, revealing a group of grinning pirates. Or was it pink hippopotamuses? No, it was definitely pirates. With no more mention of song, they hauled him out of the cell, with much protest on his part, and up onto the deck. The sun was just slipping up over the horizon, tinting the clouds a faint pink, but the Doctor didn't notice the picturesque scene. The light hurt his eyes.
One of the pirates held him steady, while another advanced towards with what looked like a feather duster in his hand.
"Tickle down below wit' a feather duster, tickle down below wit' a feather duster, tickle down below wit' a feather duster, er-lye in the marning!"
The Doctor's eyes widened in shock. "No, no, please no." He squirmed around, but couldn't free himself. The feather duster came closer and closer, homing in on his bare feet.
"No, please don't. No, no no no….no, stop it, hehehe stop it, that tickles, stop, please, hehe stop, hehehehehahahaha no, no, oh, please stop, tickles, tickles!" By that stage he was laughing so hard tears were running down his face. "That tickles, stop!"