Entry Twenty-five - Earth (St Croix, 3427)

If there is one thing you do before you die... well feasible thing that I could suggest given that I believe my target audience is human and, well, on planet Earth, you must go to St Croix and eat crab on the beach with your best friend.

In a lot of ways the year 3427 seems so close, well compared with the year five billion at least, but in some ways it's still so far away from where I come from. 1,421 years. That's a long time really when you think about it. Long enough, anyway, for them to invent the self-freezing daiquiri:

...which pretty much look exactly like regular daiquiris only they are loads more convenient. I had strawberry and the Doctor is far too obsessed with bananas. I know, something about self-freezing liquid seems a bit unnatural, but the Doctor assured me that it was completely natural enzymes used to kick start the freezing process. Either way, very handy for taking crabs onto beaches that are impossible to access without boat or TARDIS. This one had sea turtles. Sea turtles! They burrowed and laid eggs on this particular beach (the Doctor made sure to land during turtle season). There's something brilliant about nature preserves, it's all a bit National Trust. Plus... sea turtles! So cute even their eggs are cute.

After we finished eating our crabs (which weren't half as nice as I thought they'd be, not quite like those lobster like things on Paris) and were properly covered with butter sauce to the point where we actually had to go back into the TARDIS to use the sink, I decided that it never really feels like a holiday if you're sleeping in your own bed. I settled into the sand with a spare blanket (much more comfortable than you'd think and the Doctor read a book with this little head lamp thing that he picked up in that parallel world with the Cybermen. I think it was the most adorkable thing I've ever seen; observe:

Obviously not the best of photos. But anyway, it was nice to drift off on the beach, like a proper drifter. But come morning it was best to move the TARDIS to town where it was slightly less conspicuous than an empty nature preserved beach.

In town I bought: silver toe rings (three and they all go on at once, interconnecting, it's pretty cool, the metal weaves itself together, the Doctor thinks they are ridiculous), a silver bracelet with a little hooky thing, and this piece of fabric that ties around my waist over my swimming costume. And then we got a couple more self-freezing daiquiris and went out on the beach.

By the way, the Doctor never changes his clothes, ever, I swear. I mean, well yeah, he changes his shirts and ties and I suppose it's possible that stored away in his bedroom in the TARDIS, which I know exists but I've never seen, there could be dozens of brown pinstripe suits. Or there could be a dry cleaner... though I rather doubt it. All I know is that I take my laundry home for mum to wash. Anyway, one might think that for the beach he'd feel the need to... well not wear a full suit and tie, especially as I was going about in my red bikini that I looked rather fabulous in if I do say so myself. At least he took off his trainers and rolled up his trouser legs. But he brought along things to tinker with and fix, while I lay out soaking up the sun and reading trashy magazines.

"You know what?" the Doctor said blowing on some sort of weird glass globey thing to rid it of sand.

"Well, I know you probably shouldn't be doing delicate repairs on a beach with sand."

"Cheeky. And I'm wondering if you want to rethink that swimming costume."

"Oi!" I said, trying very hard to be offended but not quite managing. "What?"

He was silent for a few moments until I rolled over slightly and moved my sunnies to my forehead, he twisted a couple of wires and then turned his attention from the whatever device. "How can you read those?" he asked me nodding towards my magazine.

Okay, I know that my chosen reading material is a bit... well, stupid. And I do try to read books more than I used to, especially with the TARDIS having such an extensive library. But, well, me and school never quite got along very well. In fact, I left without getting any A Levels. But he's always chastising me for reading gossip magazines. But there's so many, different countries, different planets, different times, different publications. And they're completely brilliant. I laughed. "They're brilliant."

"They're so not." Which is what he always says even though it's at this point where he always sneaks a peak... and just on cue; "Is that an Auton?"

"That's Posh."

"What's posh?"

"Spice!"

"Oh right," he didn't even bother to hide his peeking again, "You sure?"

I laughed and passed him a magazine. He'll never say he enjoyed it, but let's just say he read it.

Oh, and here is a photo of St Croix, gorgeous huh?


It wasn't until the next day that we broke out the floaties. And they were completely mad. Let me tell you, water floaties from the future are soooo much better than water floaties from now. They have have propellers, they have little jets that turn a floaty circle into a jacuzzi, they even have unfolding button operated blow up water slides, full size. We were so the envy of the beach, I tell you, the kids were sooo jealous. I might've felt bad if we didn't leave a couple of them for the future use of whoever wanted to use them. I am not sure the lifeguards were too keen on that, but I think they secretly couldn't wait to try them out late at night.

It's funny cause when I was small and then in school I couldn't wait for holidays and I am not saying that this one wasn't brilliant. I got a tan, I ate crabs on the beach, I drank many a self-freezing daiquiri, and I played with water floaties, but in the end of the day I was sort of itching for some sort of hostile alien take over. I was grateful for the warmth though. Next, I figured we should land in the middle of some sort of planet's rebellion, just to liven things up a bit. I was not expecting what the Doctor said next.

"We should visit Heather Little."

That got my attention. I was in the middle of shelling shrimps for my dinner. "Heather Little? MySpace friend, Dancing Daleks Heather Little?"

"Do you know another Heather Little?"

"Well, I don't really know that Heather Little."

"You know of her."

That was true. Plus, she'd drawn some pretty fantastic pictures of us, although (not to gripe) my eyes are brown.

Here they are:

http://sailorstarnite.deviantart.com/art/Inside-The-Doctor-s-Brain-104562170

http://sailorstarnite.deviantart.com/art/Dance-of-the-Daleks-105173265

http://sailorstarnite.deviantart.com/art/Merry-Christmas-Rose-107322288

http://sailorstarnite.deviantart.com/art/Merry-Christmas-Doctor-107327636


The thing about travelling in the TARDIS is this: Yes, there are adventures and danger and running, and helping people, but there's also seeing new things and meeting new people, and sightseeing. Everyday is a holiday. We're in St Croix now (I got TAN!). And tomorrow we could be testifying at a Slitheen's hearing on Raxacoricophallapatorius or we could be at Disney World, visiting Heather Little.

Until next time.