Disclaimer: I DO NOT own the character Captain Jack Sparrow and other pirates belonging to Disney. I just own the characters born out of my imagination and the concept.


It was a bright sunny morning on the isla-de-roserta island and she was taking a morning walk on the coastal edge. She liked the feel of morning sun's rays and loved the vision of the sea, sky and trees that her home island provided. Specially the sea. She had always loved the sea. The beautiful blue waters, the colours reflected in the sea water, even the salty air. All has fascinated her since childhood. Ever since she had gone for her first pirate voyage with her father at the age of 8. She had always loved the sea, especially for the freedom it provided. She was 28 now and she longed for that freedom again. But her father had retired from the pirate life now, and she had responsibilities here. Plus she hadn't found anyone whose crew she would like to join, except for maybe the most famous pirate Captain of all the Caribbean islands. The pirate about whom she had heard a lot, a pirate whom she idealised. A captain who had done some great works.

She really wanted to go to the waves soon. And she knew that she would do it someday soon. She really hoped that, soon she would find some pirate captain whose crew she would love to join. She smiled at the fresh morning air and sun happily at this thought. She was about to turn away having decided that today's walk was enough, when something at a distance caught her eye. Curiously she walked ahead and she gasped audibly watching the scene in front of her.

There were withered remains of a boat scattered over the beach and amidst that, a man lay unconscious face down on the sandy beach. He must have lost control of the boat in yesterday night's storm and washed over to the shore. But looking at the state of his boat, she was really afraid of what state he will be in.

She quickly walked over to the man and bent over him to observe. He was a pirate she noted from his appearance. He had numerous small cuts on his body. She heaved a sigh of relief when she realised that, he was breathing softly as his back was rising and dropping rhythmically. She reached over to his waist and slowly turned him over.

'Huh..', she again gasped audibly. But this time it was due to the fact that she was both relieved and scared for this man. Relieved that he was alive and scared because he was badly injured. And the reason she felt this was because she recognised the man. He was none other than the most famous pirate of the Caribbean islands, Captain Jack Sparrow.

Jack tried to open his eyes and felt a sharp pain shoot in his head as his head moved. He snapped his eyes shut. His head felt dizzy. He slowly opened his eyes again, blinked several times so as to adjust to the vision around him. He looked around without moving his head and tried to make sense of his surrounding. He was as far as he could discern, in a brightly lit bedroom. Where am I? he thought. The last I remember I was in my boat, trapped in a storm! And now I am in a bedroom?! He quirked an eyebrow in question at his situation. Just then he heard some movement outside the door. He quickly shut his eyes and laid down comfortably acting like he was still sleeping. He didn't know where exactly he was and the person outside the door was friend or enemy. After all he was a pirate he had lot of enemies throughout the Caribbean islands. True he was in a comfortable bedroom right now, but it can be of one of his foes. It is also likely that he was brought here just so that he could be arrested after he wakes up.

He just laid there patiently listening as the door opened and someone moved in. By the movement he could tell that it was a woman. The actions were careful and soft and subtle, guys didn't move that way. She came close to his bed and he resisted the urge to open his eyes to have a look. But he noiselessly moved his hand under the blanket to grip his small dagger that was under his belt and again waited patiently. There was a sound of a tray being kept at the table beside the bed. Just then he felt a soft hand touching his forehead, maybe to check his fever. The touch felt so relaxing, that for a moment he wanted to give in to the urge of falling asleep again. But he knew he was in an unknown territory, and the woman beside him was friend or foe he didn't know. So he quickly grabbed the hand and turned her around sitting up himself, so that she sat, her back pressed against him and his hand was holding her neck in a grip. His other hand held the dagger near her neck. She gasped as she was startled by his action. But she calmed down as she heard his voice.

'Who are you?', he asked urgently in a gruff whisper. She smiled lightly as she realised how alert he was even in his injured state.

'Is this the pirate's way of behaving with your host?', she asked teasingly.

'I asked who are you love? And where am I?', he asked again threateningly.

'Relax Captain Sparrow', she said and he was surprised that she knew his name. 'There is no danger to you here', she said calmly and slowly turned her head to look at him. He looked tired and seemed to be in pain due to his injuries. He should not exert himself. He had just woken up. He needs rest. He looked at her face and their eyes met. She looks gorgeous, was his first thought. She held his hand with the dagger and lowered it from her neck confidently.

'You are on the isla-de-roserta island. I am a doctor and this is my home. You don't need to worry about anything here Captain Jack Sparrow', she told him with a small smile.

'Isla-de-roserta hmm? That explains how you know me', he said and released his grip on her. She got up from the bed and turned around to face him fully. She eyed the dagger for a moment smirked and then looked at him.

'Sorry about that', Jack said noticing her eyes on the dagger. 'I am a pirate you see love. Being alert is my second nature', he explained his action matter of factly.

'That's alright. I understand… I was just amused that you were so alert even in your injured state', she praised looking at him. He grinned.

'Well, I am Captain Jack Sparrow', he shrugged making clear that it settled the point.

'I am sure, having heard a lot about you', she said and came closer to him again. 'But now Captain, I think you should lie down', she held his shoulders and gently made him lie on the bed again, with a firmness that told Jack that he shouldn't protest. 'You have sustained many injuries, you still have a little fever and as your doctor, it's my duty to tell you that right now you must rest as much as possible', she ordered as she covered him with the blanket. She then got up from the bed, looked at the tray of medicines and water bowl that she had brought and realised something.

'You must be hungry Captain. I will be back with some food for you', she said with a small smile and turned around to go.

'What be your name doctor?', Jack asked and she halted in her steps at the door. She turned to look at him, with one hand still on the door-frame.

'Nixia… Nixia Jay. People call me Niki', she replied with a smirk.

'And what should I call you love?', he asked with a wink. Niki raised an eyebrow amused.

'Well now, that's for you to decide, right Captain?', she replied and left from there to get food, leaving him amused by her confidence and boldness.


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