[DW] BigBang: Dancing Star XIII
Dancing Star
~TWELVE~
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~THIRTEEN~
They were slowly turning away from the island, veering towards the sunset. Jack had his hands firmly clasped around the steering wheel as if he would never let go again, and the Doctor was leaning casually against the TARDIS, looking back at the island. “You know, they'll even have a beach called 'Jack Bay'.”
“Coincidence, I s'posse, Doc.”
The Doctor ran a hand over his neck. “Probably, yeah.”
Jack grinned crookedly and flicked open the compass to get his bearings. “I'm gonna find meself a crew, and then I'll go after the beauty.”
“It was the least I could do,” the Doctor said, with a shrug.
“Treasure ship sunk right off the coast of yer alien. 'm not complainin'.”
Donna opened the TARDIS door and stuck her head out. “You're coming, Doctor?”
She had changed, finally, and washed the salt out of her hair, but now she couldn't wait to get away. She really had had enough of white beaches and water and sunlight for the moment.
“'Course. Don't you want to say good-bye to Jack?”
Donna gave a small wave at the pirate. “No offence, mate, but I'm not hugging you again.”
Jack flashed his golden tooth. “Good luck, me lass - Miss Noble! Wind in your sails, Doctor.”
“Oh, now you're just being cliché.” The Doctor shook Jack's hand before he stepped into the TARDIS, throwing his beloved brown coat over the next corral pillar and sauntering up to the console.
Donna threw one last glance at the Pearl and her captain before she turned around, closed the door and followed the Doctor up to the console. “When I get to go to the cinema in, say, 2014, will I get to see Jack Sparrow looking for this treasure ship-”
“The Santa Rose.”
“- this Santa Rose?”
The Doctor leant back against the leather seats, hands buried in his pockets. “I wouldn't know. Shall we go and find out?”
“Nah, don't need a time machine for that. Just drop me off in time to see my folks and I'll go on my own, yeah?”
“Well, where do you want to go then, deary?”
Donna considered punching him, but instead just grinned. “I could do with some relaxing... Real sunbathing would be great - no alien-islands, and no ships, though.”
The Doctor hummed. “I could take you to the most famous leisure palace of the twenty-fifth century. The planet's called Midnight - and it's made of sapphires!” He flicked a few switches and the TARDIS engine begun to rise and fall. “You really have to see the sunset in that place - although, of course, you can't go outside, but they have huge glass domes...”
THE END
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When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.
- Charles Beard
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~MASTERPOST~