Solar System: A Sherlock and Doctor Who Crossover

Escape from the Pirates

Uh oh, Sherlock thought as he looked down the blade of the sword.  He had no idea how he was going to get out of this; the most he could do was pray for the Doctor to come save him.  In the meantime, he decided he would deduce what he could about the pirate.

His accent sounded Scottish, but he looked more Irish.  He had scratches all over his face, probably because he had shaved with a dull blade (maybe a knife?).  He wore billowing red pants and a loose white shirt, with a tricorn hat balanced on his head and covering his hair.  This was probably around the nineteenth century, before Sherlock was even born. In conclusion, this pirate was scary, and tough, everything Sherlock wasn't. 

"Alright, lad," the pirate growled, "You're going to tell me exactly what you're doing here and how you got here in the next three seconds, or I'm going to make you walk the plank."

"Didn't pirates not actualy make people walk the plank?"  Sherlock inquired, and the pirate shoved the sword closer to Sherlock, who was laying on the floor, and barked at his comrades, "Tie him up!"

Sherlock grimaced as the two other pirates grabbed a rope that had been laying on the floor and roughly wrapped it around his arms, legs, and middle, tying it into a messy but tight knot that Sherlock already knew he would never be able to untie by himself.  So there he was, on the floor with a rope pinning his arms to his side and preventing him from getting up.  He didn't struggle, because he knew it would be no use, he was tied too tight.  And even if he did manage to escape, there were three armed people in the wooden ship with him, so there was no escaping from that.

Okay, Sherlock thought, So what do I do now?  He ran through his thoughts, trying his best to come up with something.  The only thing he could think of was completely absurd.  In fact, it was so absurd, it might actually work.

Well, here goes nothing, he thought, before going for it.

"I have to go to the bathroom," he blurted out, and the pirate sighed.  He jerked his sword towards the other pirate on his left.

"You," he growled, "Take him to the bathroom."

The other pirate nodded and grabbed the back of Sherlock's shirt.  He grunted, since the pirate didn't even untie him.  Peg Leg dragged him towards a room, which had a single bucket in it.  Sherlock crinkled his nose, used to modern plumbing and going to the bathroom in a house, not a nineteenth century pirate ship.

 Well, here goes nothing, Sherlock thought, and he threw himself into the air and onto the pirate.  As luck would have it, the pirate had his sword tucked into his belt, and it ended up stabbing him in the leg when Sherlock launched himself at him.  He groaned in pain, tears watering in his eyes and Sherlock turned his back on him and used his tied together hands to pull the sword out of the man's leg.  The man took a swing at Sherlock, but he rolled over and managed to dodge his fist.

Using the sword and skills he had learned while reading a book, Sherlock used the sword to cut the ropes away from his hands, freeing his wrists.  He gasped in relief and began to cut the rest of the rope away from his body.

The ropes had disappeared from his body in under a minute, and the man had managed to crawl over to where Sherlock was pulling himself to his feet, wincing as he attempted to stand.  "I'm going to kill you," the pirate growled, but Sherlock held the sword out in the direction of the man.  

"Don't take another step forward," he commanded, hoping the pirate wouldn't notice his trembling hands or voice.  The pirate backed away, and Sherlock began to walk backwards out of the room, still pointing the sword at him.

He ran out of the room, looking over his shoulder to make sure the pirate or any of his friends were following him.  He climbed a ladder and ended up on the deck of the ship.  The wind whipped his curly hair around, and he squinted into the sun.  "Doctor!" he called, spinning in circles frantically, "Doctor, where are you?"

"Yohoho!" shouted a British voice that sounded totally out of place, and the Doctor waved at Sherlock.

"Doctor!  We have a problem!"  Sherlock cried, looking back over his shoulder, hoping that he wouldn't see any of the pirates that had cornered him.

"I'll bet we do, what are you doing out of the TARDIS?  I thought I told you to stay in there." the Doctor furrowed his brow and frowned.

"Well, you see, I heard a scream and I went out to investigate, but there were three pirates out there, probably the captain and two of his crew members, and they tied me up.  But I managed to escape, but they're probably following me and-"

"We'll figure that out later," the Doctor said, leaning over the railing of the ship, "Right now we have an even bigger problem."

Sherlock leaned over the side of the ship and almost threw up.  He was staring right at the body of a man who was mangled and bloody and had chunks missing from parts of his body.  "What did that to him, Doctor?  A shark?"

The Doctor shook his head.  "You see, it was made to look like a shark did it, but I don't think so."  

"So what did that?"

The Doctor smiled despite the situation.  "That's what we're going to investigate."

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Author's Note: Sorry it's been so long since I updated!  I've been super busy and haven't gotten around to it *covers face with hands in embarrassment*.  Anyway, thanks for 100 reads (even though its past that now) and I'm so happy that people are commenting and voting!  Keep doing that!  Thanks again!  I hope you enjoyed this part of the story!