The Doctor had his feet on the side of the boat as he toyed with a bit of metal in his hands. His sonic screwdriver, completley useless now as the battery was long since dead. He toyed with it thoughtfully, and internally begged the TARDIS to give him some sort of advice.
The creaking of the deck and the blast of icy wind was his reply.
A young man in a dandy's outfit was tossed with the rest of the crew. The man---boy, most likely---was slight, and only just dressed for the cold with the greatcoat they had on.
"How long are you planning on keeping us here?" the Doctor asked.
The filthy man that replied did so with a stream of vulgarities.
"Wow, that was impressive. Care to answer my question?"
His reply was a fist to the face, that sent him sprawling onto his arse. Well, at least it wasn't a sword to the belly. His fellow crewmates looked to him like he was the biggest fool.
"I tried, at least," he said. He'd never been very good with saying 'I surrender' like this crew was. The French.
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Date: 2007-09-22 04:09 am (UTC)The creaking of the deck and the blast of icy wind was his reply.
A young man in a dandy's outfit was tossed with the rest of the crew. The man---boy, most likely---was slight, and only just dressed for the cold with the greatcoat they had on.
"How long are you planning on keeping us here?" the Doctor asked.
The filthy man that replied did so with a stream of vulgarities.
"Wow, that was impressive. Care to answer my question?"
His reply was a fist to the face, that sent him sprawling onto his arse. Well, at least it wasn't a sword to the belly. His fellow crewmates looked to him like he was the biggest fool.
"I tried, at least," he said. He'd never been very good with saying 'I surrender' like this crew was. The French.