A/N: First fic (or phic, for that matter), so please be kind. I would love constructive criticism, but please don't flame me.

In Which The Scene Is Set

Erik woke up. The first thing he noticed was his environment. He was on a beach, it was near dawn, and he was sitting against something warm. He could feel a cool breeze on his face. Where was his mask? It was missing! None of these factors were there when he had fallen asleep. The second thing he noticed was that he couldn't move. He looked at his arms and legs; though it was still dark, his yellow eyes could see clearly. His hands were bound together with a thick rope; so were his feet. He leaned forward and choked.

Cara woke up with the feeling that someone was choking her. She let out a strangled cry and heard a sharp intake of breath in return. She lifted her hands to her throat, and found that they were tied together. She started to panic.

Erik hear the cry and started. He was tied to a woman! Why? What's going on? he thought. Where is my mask?

Both Cara and Erik began to struggle with their bonds, causing the rope around their necks to tighten. Suddenly, Erik realized that if they leaned towards each other, the rope would slacken.

"Hold still!" he said.

Cara heard the voice and stopped struggling immediately. There was just something in the way he spoke that made her obey him without question. And there was something familiar about his voice. Where have I heard that voice before? I feel like I've heard it somewhere Cara thought.

And then the sun came up. The beach began to get brighter, and Cara saw something shiny in the sand by her feet.

"A knife! There's a knife right here!" she lurched forward to grab it and was choked by the rope. To help her reach the knife, Erik leaned backwards. Cara grabbed it and cut the ropes around her wrists and feet. Then she reached up and clumsily cut the rope that tied them together. She passed the knife over to Erik and rubbed her wrists and ankles to get the blood flowing again. She went to stand up and realized that she was stilled tied to him at the waist. Erik, who had gotten his own bonds off, severed the last tie between them. Cara lost her balance and fell over onto the sand. Erik stood and turned to help her up.

Cara looked up at him in the growing light. She saw a tall man dressed in expensive-looking old-fashioned clothes. She tilted her head back further and looked up at his face. And stared. The right side of his face was red and swollen and scarred. Even though he wasn't wearing his characteristic mask, Cara knew who he was instantly. No wonder she recognized the voice! This can't be happening!

"What's going on here?" he asked her.

Cara passed out.

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Erik looked down at the girl lying crumpled in the sand at his feet. Why did she faint like that? Oh, I'm not wearing my mask. Erik swore. "Where is it?"

The girl moaned a little and Erik began to kneel to see if she was all right, but turned away. I've scared her enough already.

Cara slowly regained consciousness. Not a dream. Oh, please, don't let it be a dream. A wave hit the beach near her head and covered her with spray. Cara started yelling. "It's not a dream! This is great! I'm stuck on a deserted island with Erik!"

Erik spun around and faced her, keeping his hand on his face. Cara was making sand angels for joy.

"How do you know my name?" he demanded. "Very few have that privilege, and I've never even seen you before."

Cara , still lying in the sand, grinned up at him and stuck her hand out. "That's a question I'm not gonna answer. Cara, short for Caraf, Welsh for "I love". American, Welsh descent. I'm sixteen. I love vanilla pudding and black olives on my pizza. What else do you want to know?"

Erik glared at her and pulled her to her feet. "Why were we tied together? What are we doing here?"

Cara shrugged, still grinning at him. "No idea, but I'm cool with it." She looked around. "Let's peruse the place, shall we? Let's see, ocean, check. Beach, check. Palm tree forest, check. This appears to be a thoroughly deserted island!" She looked over at Erik, who still had his hand to his face. "You don't have to do that, you know. I'm not gonna scream or anything."

"You fainted earlier," Erik pointed out.

"That was a faint of surprise and joy, Erik! I already knew what you looked like."

Still a bit skeptical, Erik reluctantly lowered his hand, but brought it up as soon as Cara gasped.

She glanced at him. "No, I wasn't gasping about your face. I thought I heard something." She picked up the knife that was lying in the sand and began running down the beach.

Erik sighed and started off after her. I hope she doesn't drive me crazy.

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Cara ran down the beach after the noise. It had sounded a little like... a voice, maybe? Isn't this a deserted island? Who would be here? There it was again! Cara turned a bend in the beach and stopped dead in her tracks, staring. "Not possible!" She passed out. For the second time that day.

Erik saw her faint and got a little worried. The sun hasn't been up long enough for her to get sunstroke. He hurried toward Cara. And saw a man trying to untie himself from a palm tree. And then Cara woke up. And started yelling. For the second time that day.

"I cannot believe this! Both Erik AND Jack? On one island? How did I get this lucky?"

The man tied to the tree looked up. "Do I know you?"

At the same time, Erik asked, "Do you know him?"

Car stood up and brushed sand off herself. "How could I not recognize Captain Jack Sparrow?"

And with that, she cut the ropes tying him to the tree.

Disclaimer: I don't own Erik or Jack Sparrow, but I do own that island.

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So, what do you think? More soon.