Jack let out another laugh, "Hey I'll let you know I was a well respected Boeshane boy. I'll thank you not to tarnish my good name with your slurs."

And it's true, he was. Known everywhere, but as a good young boy, always did well by his family. Well respected when he got into the agency. It all felt so very far away from now.

"Oh you'd like harvest," Jack said, "there's stalls full of food and produce. A dancing show and a clockwork fair. It goes on for three weeks every year. I used to love it."

He shook his head though, glancing back to the sea. "Not at this time of day. The sea doesn't support wildlife. The rocks underneath kill off anything that tries to live in it. Which actually makes that all the more worrying. But no, nobody should be out there. People stay in the city after dark and it shouldn't be too long now."

He smiled again, "So, Doctor, I hope you've been listening to me closely enough, how's your language?"

And he knew the Doctor didn't need to speak it, of course, but it was fun to pretend.