A sour smirk crossed Mary's face at the suggestion the Doctor made. "If Captain Harkness was Calico Jack then I doubt I would have been hauled before a court in Jamaica. For one the man seems to be able to hold his liquor." Nor would she have to shoot at some of her own fellow crew for being too drunk and cowardly to fight.
She paced a few steps, considering where they were and what was on her mind. She felt something welling up within her, but she wanted to give the Doctor a chance before she did anything drastic.
"I'm like him. Drawn to the world of Crystallis. I suspect I may not exactly be the Mary Read you know. I don't suppose you know anything of the Assassin Brotherhood?" As ever, her instinct railed against her naming herself so openly, but somehow she doubted this man was Templar. Precursor perhaps. But not an enemy. Or if he was then that guilt would weigh on Jack's shoulders. "We're chasing a foe who sees fit to tear time and space apart, all for the sake of changing her challenge to us. All the while insisting we're too weak to save that world when she could be working with us."
Her steps brought her around to the TARDIS console. She drew her fingertips along it, recoiling from a brief shock of static as she did. A minor thing to her, but perhaps a sign of timelines touching in ways they shouldn't or weren't expected to do so.
"And what of you? You said this...ship of yours through time and space from what Captain Harkness has told me? What is it you're after? And how long since the good captain has crewed with you?"
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She paced a few steps, considering where they were and what was on her mind. She felt something welling up within her, but she wanted to give the Doctor a chance before she did anything drastic.
"I'm like him. Drawn to the world of Crystallis. I suspect I may not exactly be the Mary Read you know. I don't suppose you know anything of the Assassin Brotherhood?" As ever, her instinct railed against her naming herself so openly, but somehow she doubted this man was Templar. Precursor perhaps. But not an enemy. Or if he was then that guilt would weigh on Jack's shoulders. "We're chasing a foe who sees fit to tear time and space apart, all for the sake of changing her challenge to us. All the while insisting we're too weak to save that world when she could be working with us."
Her steps brought her around to the TARDIS console. She drew her fingertips along it, recoiling from a brief shock of static as she did. A minor thing to her, but perhaps a sign of timelines touching in ways they shouldn't or weren't expected to do so.
"And what of you? You said this...ship of yours through time and space from what Captain Harkness has told me? What is it you're after? And how long since the good captain has crewed with you?"