The Doctor claps Eva on the shoulder, a warm, almost grandfatherly gesture. "Good! And that, I think, is land. Or possibly a parked whale, but I'm personally thinking land if you must ask."
Not that he has anything against introducing her to whales: some of his best friends are whales, he knows a wonderful humpback whale with a terrible sense of humor and a dream to win a Nobel Prize -- the flippers of course tend to make that a bit on the difficult side but the Doctor believes sooner or later he'll get on with it. He legs it past Eva to the other end of the dinghy, fiddling around with the hull and sonicing something that probably has no business being soniced. The dinghy puts on another burst of speed. Water chops against the sides as the Doctor steers them toward the dark landmass.
As they get closer, they can see that it's a small island, the shadows of trees standing black against the night sky. The dinghy scraps up against the sand as the Doctor vaults out, splashing up to his knees and holding out his hand for Eva.
"Probably one of the safest places, if you're looking to avoid libraries. Not big fans of water, you know!" The Doctor swivels around as an owl hoots somewhere in the distance. "We probably should check to make sure there's nothing else with teeth here though."
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Date: 2012-01-29 03:46 am (UTC)Not that he has anything against introducing her to whales: some of his best friends are whales, he knows a wonderful humpback whale with a terrible sense of humor and a dream to win a Nobel Prize -- the flippers of course tend to make that a bit on the difficult side but the Doctor believes sooner or later he'll get on with it. He legs it past Eva to the other end of the dinghy, fiddling around with the hull and sonicing something that probably has no business being soniced. The dinghy puts on another burst of speed. Water chops against the sides as the Doctor steers them toward the dark landmass.
As they get closer, they can see that it's a small island, the shadows of trees standing black against the night sky. The dinghy scraps up against the sand as the Doctor vaults out, splashing up to his knees and holding out his hand for Eva.
"Probably one of the safest places, if you're looking to avoid libraries. Not big fans of water, you know!" The Doctor swivels around as an owl hoots somewhere in the distance. "We probably should check to make sure there's nothing else with teeth here though."