Disclaimer: I do not own Jack Sparrow or any other related things form the Pirates of the Caribbean. All of that belongs to the Walt Disney Company. The only parts of this story that belong to me are Ivy & Jeremiah Freidrichs.
Things were not going well for Captain Jack Sparrow. Even though Davy Jones couldn't come ashore, that didn't stop him from sending his crew after Jack. Three of Jones' men had cornered Jack by the shores of a deserted island. Jack saw the Pearl off in the distance, but he didn't have a clear shot at escaping his pursuers. Then he saw something behind him. 'What's that? Is that a cave? Seems almost like the perfect place to hide from Old Squidhead.' Jack took his chances and sprinted towards the cave. It was cool and dark inside, and Jack saw as that Jones' men had ran past and into the woods. 'Well, since I'll be caught if I go out through there, I'll just follow this cave further in. I'm sure that it comes out on the other side.' Jack went deeper into the cave, stumbling every so often in the ever-decreasing light. He fell so hard once that he twisted his ankle on a rock. Now lost and limping, Jack knew that he was in trouble if he didn't find a way out soon. Then, he saw a very faint light on the cave floor in the distance. Assuming that it was the leftovers of a fire, Jack hurried over to it as best as his injury would allow. The light wasn't just on the cave floor, but also at the back of the cave. And it wasn't fire either. The light was coming from either behind or under something Jack assumed would lead him to some help. He then noticed that the cave wall had what looked like a door carved into it, including a doorknob. Jack tried the knob, with no success. 'I wonder if someone lives on the other side of this door, and if so, do they have any rum?' Jack knocked on the door, and heard someone, who sounded like a woman, scream on the other side. 'I hope I haven't scared away what might be me only chance at getting out of this wretched cave,' Jack thought as he knocked again. Giving up at entering the mysterious chamber, Jack eased the pain his ankle caused by leaning against the strange door. Not long after getting situated in this new position, Jack heard a key turn in the door's lock and suddenly fell forwards onto somewhat frightened ebony-haired lass.
"Miss, I don't mean to spook ye, but I really need some help." 'Why am I being so polite? I'm a pirate, for God's sake! Damn it, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, and I'm apologizing to someone I've never even seen before in me life! What the hell is the matter with me?' Once his eyes adjusted to the bright lights, Jack saw a vision standing before him. She was unlike anything he'd ever seen, more beautiful than any whore or strumpet he'd ever laid eyes on. She quickly grabbed hold of Jack's arm and pulled him to his feet and inside before shutting and locking the door again. Then the questions began.
"Who are you? Where did you come from, and what on earth were you doing in my attic?" Her pale blue eyes were extremely flustered and confused, and both Jack and this beautiful stranger began to try to understand their current situation. Then, her eyes widened and she just stared straight into his eyes. It was as if she knew him from somewhere, but he couldn't remember ever meeting her before. 'Does this lass know me? I've never seen her before, and I would've remembered if I had. One doesn't forget a face like that.' "Hold up. Holy crap, you're Jack Sparrow. I mean, Captain Jack Sparrow, aren't you?" Jack was surprised, that was the first time anyone had ever remembered his title without being told. He smiled at her and kissed her hand.
"Luv, ye are correct in yer presumptions. I am the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, and I am in need of some medical attention. Ye see, I slipped and twisted me ankle on a rock in the cave outside yer door there. I was running to escape some of Davy Jones' crew. By the way luv, what's yer name, since ye already know mine?" He inched closer to the girl in order to lean on her for support. He could feel his ankle swelling, and the boot was beginning to cut off the circulation to his foot. She eagerly put his arm around her shoulders and helped Jack to her bed. The boot was taken off immediately, and the girl began to examine Jack's ankle.
"Captain Sparrow, my name is Ivy Freidrichs, and I am a nurse. Now, I'm going to go get some ice for your ankle. It will bring down the swelling. Don't move, and don't worry. I'll be right back." And quick as lightning, she was gone.
Jack took this time to look at his new surroundings. He noticed that he didn't see Ivy wearing a dress, but some strange sort of pants and shirt. 'Those clothes don't look like they'd be well-suited for a life on the Pearl.' Also, Jack heard music coming from somewhere close by, but he didn't see any instruments anywhere. Jack then noticed that the room was well lit even though he didn't see any candles or lanterns around. Ivy then came rushing back in carrying a transparent bag of ice and some towels.
"Now, Captain Sparrow, let's see if we can't make you a little more comfortable." She then smiled as she gently shifted some pillows and towels under his ankle and took off his other boot. Jack winced at his injury's movement and saw concern overtake her face. "Oh, Captain, I'm sorry. I know that that must really hurt. I'm sure that the ice will help. Here, make sure that this stays on your ankle, and I bet that you would be more comfortable without that sword and pistol around your waist. Let me take those and set them over here." Her hands started to move towards his waist and Jack felt his blood pressure rise. Her touch was so gentle; it was as if she was afraid that he was going to break. He arched his hips up so she could easily remove his belt that had his sword attached to it, and flashed her one of his signature smiles. He was relieved to see the smile return to her face.
"That's more like it luv. Don't worry about Jack Sparrow; he's a quick healer. Here, so you don't have to make two trips." Jack handed her the pistol and she set it over by the sword. Jack then settled into the bed and actually got comfortable. "Ahhhhhhh, that's the spot." He looked over to see her smiling at him and silently laughing. "Are ye laughing at me, luv? Ye do know that it's bad luck to laugh at a pirate, don't ye?" That comment just made her laugh all the more as she approached the bed.
"Well, Captain Sparrow, I wasn't laughing at you, but at how funny you look. Getting ready to go to sleep and you still have your hat on. Do you want me to set your hat over there with your other effects?"
"First off, enough with the calling me 'Captain' all the time, luv. Since I probably won't be going anywhere for a while, I insist that ye call me Jack. Secondly, I would appreciate it if ye set me hat over there. Finally, thank ye for all your kindness. I don't think that anyone's ever been this nice to me before. Not even me own mother." Ivy stopped and let Jack's words sink in. She had already set his hat aside and was just looking at him in amazement. Then, as if fate had set pushed them together, she was crying in his arms. Ivy didn't even know why she was crying, probably out of sympathy for Jack. Jack just held her close, enjoying the fact that she was in his arms. 'Sure, it could've happened under better circumstances. But at least she's crying for me, and not because of me.' He was very understanding of her feelings, as understanding as a pirate could be. Jack held her close and stroked her hair, never letting one fall out of place. When Ivy had calmed down enough, she sat straight up and looked at Jack through her tear-soaked eyes.