Strange Tides

[Kikilia]

Earth
The West Indies
April 7, 1707 AD

"Look ahead, look a stern, look the weather in the lee," Kikili sang, her soprano voice rising above the sound of the waves and the snapping of canvas in the wind. "Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we!"

There were any number of ways she could have dressed for this little trip in time and space. But she'd decided to dress up for this one - khaki slacks tucked into knee-high black boots, lace-up white blouse worn under a grey vest which was worn under a sleek frock coat, and the whole thing topped off with a decorated tricorn. Because, damnit, she wasn't going to sail the early 18th century Carribbean without dressing up like a pirate!

"Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we!"

All right. So maybe the katana slung over her back (because it was too long to be worn comfortably at her hip, at her height) didn't quite fit the look. And maybe the Starfury laser pistol strapped to her thigh really didn't fit the look. But so what? She was standing on the sterncastle of a brigantine in the Carribbean, and by God she was going to have fun pretending to be the dread pirate Red Kikilia, scourge of the Atlantic.

Or, at least, look the part.

"I see a wreck to the windward and a lofty ship to lee," she sang. "A sailing down all on the coasts of High Barbary!"

"Why are we doing this, again?" her coat asked, a small mouth forming on the left shoulder to give voice to the question.

"To find the Fountain of Youth," Kiki answered. "We talked about this..."

"I still do not understand, sister-us-Kikilia. You-we-us are immortal, so..."

"Because, if Meds is right, it'll be handy to know where it is. You know, just in case," the young Time Lord answered. "And because, after that fiasco in Iwazuma, we need a vacation." She laughed. "And if we don't find it, then we'll just use the opportunity to go gambling and drinking and wenching in Port Royale!"

The coat sighed. Kiki laughed and resumed singing. "O are you a pirate, or a man-o-war? cried we..."

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Strange Tides

[The Corsair]

The Corsair didn't believe the rumours, at first. The Fountain of Youth was a legend that bounced around the galaxies on a regular basis, each civilization giving its own spin on the tale. Lately, however, the rumours started to get more frequent and pointing to Earth.
Her curiosity was already piqued, but when she tracked a possible source in the West Indies, smack dab in the middle of the Golden age of piracy, she couldn't resist: it was almost as the Universe dared her to find it.

She rubbed her hands and quickly set course for the location and timeline of the most reliable bits of information she could retrieve, then changed into the classic attire: frilly shirt, a deep blue vest, an embroidered frock coat, breeches and boots, completed by a tricorn hat, a cutlass and a flintlock pistol.
This time she chose to pose as male for added entertainment value, see how long it took for people to notice; she planned to blend as much as possible with the locals, but given the stakes she added a few, more technologically advanced weapons, all concealed in her pockets - bigger on the inside, of course.

As they landed she didn't even have to suggest her TARDIS the disguise: she took the form of a frigate, fast but with enough firepower to ensure a proper defense if attacked. The Corsair grinned, patted the console, then stepped out of the console room to check her surroundings, enjoying the view... and apparently being treated to a show, with someone singing so loud one would think she had two sets of lungs!

[Midway Stednitski]

Midway came up to the deck as Kiki finished the shanty. "Dis ain't exactly what I was expectin when yas said 'vacation' Kiki. Though it beats dey hell outta war-torn Europe and Nazi's..." She commented, adjusting what Kiki had termed 'pirate gear', though a bit different having foregone the vest and opting for a shirt in a reddish color, paired with a uniform jacket that was either American or British. She couldn't tell, 18th Century British and American uniforms took a lot of cues from each other, but considering the blue with red trim she was betting a Continental Army jacket; because why not. It fit in, she wasn't gonna bother history about it. 

"Sos, Ise fit in or yas got commentary on my clothes?" She adjusted the baldric holding her cutlass, because damn if she wasn't gonna get a bit swashbuckler ala Tyrone Power or Errol Flynn. "Oh! Wait a sec..."

She patted herself down looking for a length of fabric, well silk actually, she'd come across that would make for a good head scarf. "HA!" 

Triumphantly she tied the light brown fabric around her head and gave a cocky grin. "Ain't bad for a New Yorkah innit?"