Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bang goes our only hope of getting them out of here.

My entire crew is here.

So not just pirates today.

The ocean. Sort of ocean but not water. The Tardis can't see.

That is more magic, Captain Avery. They're spirits.

- Probably shouldn't go out there now. -You scurvy ape!

A space ship trapped in a temporal rift.

When the wind picks up, we'll all set sail.

- I thought you were an excellent nurse. -Easy, tiger.

That does whoa, amazing!

Do you think you can sail this thing?

- You had to gloat, didn't you? -I'm not gloating.

Oh, good. For a moment there, I thought it was yours.

He slipped in the bilge water, Captain, and fell under the rigger.

Seeped through the join between the planes.

-"Safe"? -I have my good days and my bad days.

Look. He's very ill, okay? I just want to look after him.

I said wait and barricade the door after we've gone.

- Toby... -You promised her.

What in God's name possessed you, boy?

We don't want the siren coming after us.

Did you see her eyes?

- Like crystal pools. -You are in enough trouble.

and they're all going to jump out and shout boo.

Go to bed, Pond.

We walk on his back, breathe his air, eat his food...

Sorry. We might be stuck here for a while.

We must warn them!

Don't mind, do you, if we just skip to the end of that moment?

Three years. No word from you.

Human bacteria.

Put down the sword. A sword could kill us all, girl.

She's not a killer at all. She's a doctor!

Sterilise! I sneezed. I brought germs in.

Set her to work. She won't need much feeding.

Um, it's stuck. Not responding.

Get what treasure you can. I'll meet you in the rowboat.

Fire. That's new. Uh...

We don't need three more empty bellies to fill.

Well, we're going to need some kind of phrase book.

This is an automated sick bay. It's teleporting everyone on board.

Abandon ship! Abandon ship!

Captain, what's our next move?

that must be somewhere in your core program.

What if I stay with him, here? The siren will look after him.

What's going on?