Hello! So, as you probably have noticed, I haven't done anything with this for a LONG time, but I noticed that people actually seemed to like it. If I get more reviews and views perhaps I'll continue, but I actually do like it very much, so I'll probably continue it anyways.

We're still sort of in prologue mode, but only sort of. The next chapter will be right on course with World's End.

Anyways, sorry for the delay, I will try to be more regular with it now, and remember, read, review, and enjoy!

"So, hold on a second, you're saying that this man was dead, and that YOU brought him back to life?" the Doctor asked incredulously. Rose looked at him silently, her heart doubling its pace. How could somebody from the eighteenth century achieve such a task as bringing somebody back to life? The only thing she had seen capable of such a feat was subatomic robots…and Rose was willing to bet that there were no robots here.

"Yes," said the black woman, whose name they had recently discovered to be Tia Dalma.

"But… but ….." the Doctor stammered. "That's impossible!"

"Sir, I believed a lot of things to be impossible for a long time, and I didn't even believe in ghost stories, but trust me, there isn't anything that's impossible anymore," the blond woman said quietly. The Doctor looked at her, frowning slightly.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Elizabeth," she replied.

"Nice to meet you. That reminds me, while we're at this; I'd like to know a few more names because I don't like not knowing things,"

Rose listened closely as everyone introduced themselves, and she heard that the handsome young man with the knife in his hand was Will, the greasy looking man who smelled of rum was Gibbs, then there was Pintel, Ragetti, Marty, and Cotton, and Cotton's Parrot. And the man who was supposed to be dead was called Barbossa. He seemed extremely unconcerned by the whole situation, quietly eating his apple as the monkey sat on his shoulder trying to eat little bits here and there. However, his keen dark eyes didn't miss a thing as they darted around the room, watching each person in turn.

"So, back on the subject of rescuing Jack," Elizabeth said after a moment's silence. The Doctor seemed like he wanted to press the subject of Barbossa's resurrection, but Rose shot him a look and shook her head. They would worry about that later.

"Firstly, we need to get to Singapore, where we can acquire a ship and crew," Barbossa said. Will stared at him incredulously.

"And how do you propose we get to Singapore?" he growled. Barbossa held his gaze steadily, undaunted by the clear visual evidence that showed how badly Will desired to send him right back to the grave again.

"I take it you can pull a few strings, Tia Dalma?" Barbossa said, looking towards her. Tia Dalma glared at him for a moment; why, Rose couldn't be sure, but there was something about her that gave her the chills, and it had nothing to do with the air. There was a brief pause, and finally, Tia Dalma broke the silence.

"A ship is waiting just offshore," she said. "Not de most powerful, or de strongest, but enough to get us to Singapore,"

"Good then, shall we make way?" Gibbs said anxiously. He seemed to be the only person who was eager to begin the voyage.

Within a few minutes, everyone was bustling about, and no sooner had Rose gathered her wits, they were heading down to the boats. To her surprise, the faintest traces of dawn were already beginning to appear in the early morning. The candlelight and the strange people had all disappeared, and only the handful of boats remained. It seemed as though nobody needed instructions as to which boats to get in, because everybody did so quickly and in silence. Rose and the Doctor hopped into their own boats, and to Rose's surprise, Elizabeth joined them.

"Don't mind if I join you?" she asked.

"Not a problem, all aboard!" the Doctor said cheerfully. Elizabeth eyed him, and Rose had difficulty reading if it was suspicion or curiosity. Perhaps it was both. As they settled themselves in, the Doctor untied the rope, and they were soon drifting quietly upstream. They rowed in silence for some time, before Elizabeth spoke up.

"You said you were lost," she began. "Where did you come from?" she asked. Rose looked at the Doctor questioningly. He nodded.

"It's alright, they've seen some bizarre things, one more won't bother them," he said. Rose frowned.

"Then why couldn't we just hop in the TARDIS and go to Singapore?" she asked.

"Because, it's Singapore. I'm not leaving my TARDIS in Singapore," the Doctor said firmly. Rose sighed, and looked at Elizabeth. She was staring at them both rather blankly.

"We're…time travelers," she said. "From the future."

Elizabeth stared at them for a moment. She looked Rose up and down, from her light blue jeans, to her pale pink tee and grey sweatshirt. She then turned her eyes on the Doctor, with his long tan trench coat, brown pinstripe suit, and trainers. She shook her head.

"Fine," she said. "I believe you."

"Why do you trust us so easily?" the Doctor asked curiously. "You've been through a lot, haven't you? Haven't you learned to trust nobody?"

Elizabeth smiled a bit.

"Oh, I don't trust you," she said softly. "I'm not stupid. But honestly, look at you two: You don't stink of rum, you're well groomed, and you don't speak like sailors or bilge-rats. Sure, you sound a little bit unusual, but honestly, it's been so long since I've had proper English company, I could really care less if you were actually a couple of monsters from the stars, or goodness knows where."

"Hardly monsters," the Doctor muttered indignantly.

"What?" Elizabeth asked curiously.

'Nothing," the Doctor muttered, going back to rowing.

Rose laughed a little bit, and shot a look at the Doctor. Elizabeth didn't need to know that she was partially right. It was funny; though she had the accent of an 18th century woman, she really didn't speak like one. She was proper, upright, and had all the breeding, but there was an air of power and self confidence about her that Rose had never seen in a woman of such time (and she'd seen many). She was smart, pretty, and strong willed. It was almost like she wasn't from the 18th century at all, but rather a modern girl stuck in this world full of stinky, smelly pirates.

"Although, Rose we should stop by the TARDIS and get you some better cloths," the Doctor mused. Rose shrugged as they paddled along. She wondered about the journey ahead. As they moved quietly through the water, Rose watched the Doctor, trying to read him. She had a feeling that he had known all along that something like this would happen, and that he hadn't planned on staying for a mere hour to begin with. She made a mental note to question him about it later.

Rose was a little surprised and extremely happy when she did not get seasick. They had been traveling since daybreak, and the shores of the Caribbean Islands had long since faded from the horizon. Rose had found some more time period worthy trousers, a blouse, and a heavy jacket for cold weather. It was comfortable enough. When they had hit open sea, she admittedly had felt a bit queasy, but it had soon passed and she actually quite enjoyed it. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, Rose found herself leaning against the railing, looking out at the open water. It was amazing to think that they'd been sailing for the last twelve hours or so, and it was nice to be out on deck. The salty air felt good against her face, and the wind playing through her hair was also refreshing.

"Have you ever traveled by sea before?"

Rose looked around to see Elizabeth walking towards her, and settling down on the rail of the ship next to her. She shook her head.

"No, this is my first time," she said. "I mean, I've been on ferries and whatnot, but nothing like this…"

She trailed off, staring out into the sunset that was sending a brilliant array of bright colors into the sky. Rays of orange, red, and purple light seemed to shimmer against the sky, almost as if it were a painting. The beautiful display brought back a rush of memories, including an old saying her mum's old boyfriend had once told her.

"Red sky at morning, sailor's take warning," she began. Elizabeth grinned. "Red sky at night,"

"Sailor's delight," Elizabeth finished for her. The both of them laughed at the common knowledge.

They stood in silence for a bit, thinking about the coming journey. It was amazing how much could happen in so little time. It seemed like it had only been a few minutes since Rose and the Doctor had been in the TARDIS after seeing a movie, laughing and munching on the leftover popcorn. It had been at that moment when Rose had heard a beeping, and the Doctor suddenly decided to go on a trip. She was certain that the beeping and the spontaneous trip to the Caribbean were linked.

"How are we holding up ladies?"

Rose looked around to see the Doctor standing just behind her. His hands were in his pockets and his coat was blowing around gently in the wind. His expression was difficult to read, but she was somewhat distracted by the windblown look he had. It was a seriously good look. Elizabeth smiled at him.

"Fair enough," she said. "I think I'll go and see if there's anything to eat. Rose, Doctor,"

With that, she smiled at them both, and walked away, leaving Rose and the Doctor alone. He walked up to the railing next to her and leaned against it. Rose looked over at him.

"So," she said. He didn't look at her for a moment. "I take it this was planned ahead of time?" It wasn't really a question.

The Doctor turned to look at her, his face mildly puzzled.

"What makes you say that?"

Rose raised her eyebrows.

"A strange beeping in the TARDIS, and suddenly we're off to the Caribbean? Come on Doctor, I'm not that thick."

The Doctor sighed, and shook his head. Rose was pleased to see that he was smiling.

"Alright," he said. "I picked up a warning signal from this time, something was here that shouldn't be. In fact, three things are here that shouldn't be."

"What?" Rose asked. The Doctor frowned.

"Well, I think we know one of them," he said quietly. Rose leaned in closer.

"Is it her?" she whispered. "I mean, how do you reckon she brought him back from the dead? I've been meaning to ask,"

"I don't know, I've never heard of any creature that possesses that power, except for nanogenes, but I checked the air when we were in the shop, and there wasn't anything. What I do know, is that we will have to be very careful."

The Doctor stopped talking abruptly, and Rose followed his line of sight. Tia Dalma was standing some twenty feet away from them at the bow of the ship, her eyes boring through them as though she were trying to see through them, and into their souls. As Rose made eye contact, she felt that same shiver run up her spine she'd felt that morning, but this time, a sharp, jarring pain shot through her head. She tried not to cry out, but couldn't help the sudden clenching of the railing. The Doctor didn't seem to notice. As Tia Dalma looked away and walked over to where Barbossa was, he continued to watch her.

"Very, very careful," he said darkly.

Eheheh...the Doctor already suspects something...