The TARIDS was spit from the time vortex, her two Doctors clinging to railings within to keep from flying around her interior. The blue box touched down with a loud thump and it was a few moments before the two caught their breath.
“Does it say where we are?” Eleven asked, standing up and rubbing his neck. The ordeal had left him with a bit of whiplash.
Gray smoke was issuing from the console and Ten waved it away. “Console’s pretty fried,” he stated. “Looks like we’re doing this the old fashioned way.” He made his way to the door of the TARDIS, opened it and poked his head outside. “Blimey,” he muttered.
“What is it?” Eleven asked, making his way over to the door.
“We’re on a ship!”
“Is it a spaceship? I love a good space ship." Ten shook his head and Eleven peered out as well. "No, not a spaceship.”
The two Doctors stepped out into the dark, moonlit night. The sound of waves lapping against the side of the wooden vessel and the creak of the hull were the only noises. “Question is, which ship?” Ten said, looking about the deck.