Here is an idea that I thought I could work on later when I get a hold of either the Sekirei anime or manga (the former being more likely). It's a crossover between Sekirei and Pirates of the Caribbean, albeit taking elements from the Naruto/Highschool DxD crossover Reborn as Issei. So, Captain Jack Sparrow is reincarnated as Minato Sahashi...and his first Sekirei is Kazehana. Hilarity ensues.

YO-HO, YO-HO, AN ASHIKABI'S LIFE FOR ME...

CHAPTER 1:

A SPARROW AND A WAGTAIL

It was like something right out of Tartarus. The purple-haired wench in the traditional Japanese dress was giving me the sweetest smile, despite the fact that she was exuding an aura of dread and malice that would make even the most staunch of sailors rush for the head for a latrine break. This wasn't helped by the fact that I could see a rather ugly-looking demonic mask, a Hannya, peeking out from behind her. I had to wonder, was this an illusion created by magic or something? As if I hadn't seen enough for two lifetimes, conveniently how many I had lived. The rather buxom lass beside me was trembling, ever so slightly, under the onslaught, while our would-be tormentor said, rather sweetly, "Lewd acts are not permitted within Maison Izumo."

Now, as scary as this woman was, I have to admit, her little aura was doing little to me. So I merely drawled, "Mrs Asama, I have chased around an undead monkey, I have flirted with the goddess of the sea, and I have had a chimaera of a psychopomp want to rape my face with his tentacle beard. Your little demon mask thing only rates a three out of ten, and that's being generous."

Ah, words. Such an underrated weapon, even in this day and age of technology. You can tailor them to your own ends. Sometimes, they can be as sharp as a scalpel. Sometimes, they can be a spur like a whip. And sometimes, they are like a cosh that makes people look bemused and spout funny things while their brain reboots.

Certainly, my words have an effect on Mrs Miya Asama, landlady, prude, and Sekirei Number 01. The mask went away, along with the aura, and she just stares at me incredulously as if I had gone mad. Truth be told, I don't know myself anymore. I know I've gone mad before, and sometimes, my plans and actions straddle that border between madness and genius.

The brunette in the jeans and pink shirt with a gold star on it, watching the byplay, said, "Big. Brass. Bowling balls." Her voice was in awe, as if her new god had come amongst them. And I have to admit, it was flattering…

So, allow me to introduce myself. I am…well, was Captain Jack Sparrow. Look in a half-decent book about pirates, and chances are, you'll find me there. Though there aren't as many books that feature me, let alone in any substantial way, than I would like. Well, at least until I got a second chance at life.

I wasn't really a religious man in my original life, and I can't say that I'm one now. Somehow, though, I managed to luck out on the old wheel of fortune, and got a second life, nearly three centuries hence after my demise. How said demise came about, I can't say. After a certain point in my life, after dealing with that sore loser of a Spanish pirate hunter, my memories of my old life become a bit fuzzy, and the history books are quiet about that too. I hope that I died, drunk, happy and old in the arms of a beautiful, buxom young woman, preferably not at her hands. Knowing my rather mercurial luck, I probably ended up getting hanged by the Navy, or killed by an old rival I had pissed off, or tripped over that damned undead monkey with my name and broke my neck tumbling down into the hold of the Black Pearl.

Anyway, nearly three centuries later, I was reborn. Now, I didn't have all my memories straight away. At first, all I had were dreams and nightmares. It wasn't until I got into a fight at school that, thanks to a rather hard punch and the subsequent concussion, I regained them all.

Now, my name isn't Jack Sparrow anymore. Hell, I'm not even of English extraction. Now I'm Japanese. Minato Sahashi, at your service. Internationally-acclaimed author of the Jack Sparrow novels, albeit under the pseudonym of Jack Teague. After myself, my father, and my uncle. From my previous life, anyway. My mother, in this life, was somewhat disappointed in me for pursuing the life of a novelist shortly before the end of high school instead of going to university, but five bestselling novels managed to net me a half-decent income. Based all on the misadventures of yours truly, in his previous life. Okay, they weren't exactly critically-acclaimed novels, but the public loved them.

I then decided to take a bit of a sabbatical away from Tokyo, only, when I came back, it was renamed 'Shin Teito'. I took a nice little trip around the world, mostly to some of my old haunting grounds in the Caribbean. I wondered whether anyone I knew from my past life were still hanging around? Well, the supernatural ones, anyway.

As it happened, Calypso had decided to take on the form of Tia Dalma once more. We met, we caught up a little, she slapped me for causing the death of Davy Jones (though I put the knife in Will Turner's hand to save his life), we shared a few laughs and tears, we shared a bed for the night, and then we parted ways. Though not before she warned me that a Flock of Wagtails would be coming my way ere long, and gave me a necklace of shells (that the customs officials here took umbrage with).

Anyway, after my little trip, I made my way back home. I was already more or less aware that Shin Teito had been all but bought up by the company Mid-Bio Industries and its CEO, Hiroto Minaka. Crazy wanker, but he had quite a bit of style, even if that style was looking like some cheesy mad scientist character from an anime, and he looked vaguely familiar. Me, well, I decided not to go back to the Hat, save for in private or in the Caribbean, but the coat, I tried to emulate, as much as I could with modern fashion. I actually enjoyed the new invention of sunglasses, finding it more stylish than kohl.

Now, while I booked myself into a decent hotel, I knew I needed to find somewhere to live. As much as I enjoyed a touch of luxury, I was used to far harsher quarters than a six-mat apartment. A prison cell in Port Royal, or the endless desert of Davy Jones' Locker, sprang immediately to mind.

As I bustled around my room, my phone rang, and I answered it with a sigh. "Hello?"

"Hello, Minato. Are you back safely?"

Ah, yes, the tones of my dearest mother. In this life, anyway. She was pretty distant and domineering, to tell the truth, but Dr Takami Sahashi was a decent enough mother. Not that accepting of my career as a novelist, but as I now had an income, I didn't have to care. And she did support it as a hobby, just not as a career. I had since learned that she worked for MBI. "Pretty much. Some idiot in customs decided to grope me while patting me down, Customs objected to a gift I was given by a woman I met in the Caribbean, and I saw your boss on the TV. I have to ask, did someone drop him on his head as a child?"

"I ask myself the same question every day, Minato. Are you okay?"

"Of course I am. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." It was my running gag. I used to annoy her so much by claiming to be my previous life. It still got an annoyed scoff even now. A bit more seriously, I said, "I'm fine, Mum. I met a well-wisher in the Caribbean, a fortune-teller. Dressed up in Tia Dalma cosplay, though." I then frowned, remembering an incident from earlier today. "Actually, now that I come to mention it, is there a convention or something in town?"

"Why do you ask?" She may have kept her voice calm, but I could tell her interest had sharpened.

"Well, I saw a couple of women in what looked like cosplay, doing parkour." It had been while I was at some café. I had seen two young women running on the rooftops nearby. They were dressed in what looked like black kimonos. One had pink hair and was not exactly endowed in the old chest department, while the other's kimono was loose and ragged, showing off a body wrapped in bandages. Oh, and she was wielding claws that would make Wolverine jealous, and with short silvery hair.

"I see. It's part of an MBI event. I'd suggest staying away from them if possible," my mother replied. Her words seemed to indicate that she knew far more than she was telling. "They're trouble."

Trouble tends to dog my steps wherever I go, I thought, but out loud, I said, "Will do. Incidentally, do you have any idea of a place I can rent a room or something?"

After a moment, she said, "There's a place in the north of the city. Maison Izumo. It's run by the widow of one of my late colleagues. Her name is Miya Asama. The rent is cheap, but I have heard she is somewhat strict. She might not tolerate your outlandish behaviour."

"Got it. Though maybe she might stand to loosen up a little, rather like you. When was the last time you got laid?"

Bullseye. I couldn't help but enjoy trolling my mother sometimes, and she growled out, "Since I conceived Yukari." Then, she hung up.

Outlandish behaviour? Me? Why not?

Being a connoisseur of many kinds of bar and many kinds of alcohol, I have to say, I think more than a little soul has gone out of the making of spirits. Still, I retained a taste for rum from my previous life, and got into trouble more than once for managing to obtain some under my mother's nose. And the hotel's bar had enough variety of drink that I could get a brand of rum I particularly enjoyed. So, after dinner, I decided to patronise the bar.

As I drank from my glass, I soon found myself with someone sitting next to me. I glanced at them briefly, only to have my gaze return to my new drinking buddy. My brain soon had a Blue Screen of Hummina Hummina Hummina, as I gawped at the paragon of beauty right next to me.

Now, in this life, I was still actually a virgin, until a recent one-night stand with the notoriously capricious goddess of the ocean, anyway. But even then, I was no stranger to the various delights of the female form. After all, I had something of a long list of women (and men: it does get somewhat lonely on long voyages, after all(1)) whom I have had relations with. Many of whom wanted to slap me. Anamaria sprang to mind, as did Scarlett and Giselle of Tortuga. I mentioned Tia Dalma, aka Calypso. I had a thing for Elizabeth Swann, until she became Elizabeth Turner. And there was that whole business with Angelica, who turned out to be the daughter of Edward Teach, and wasn't that a fine old mess?

Anyway, this woman was definitely in the Top 5 already. She was dressed in this purple dress whose hemline was dangerously close to her modesty, vaguely Chinese-looking, with bits cut out to accentuate her cleavage and show off her navel. Her regally beautiful features had an easygoing smile on them, framed by dark hair pulled back in a long ponytail. Oh, and did I mention she was VERY buxom? And given the way her dress had bits cut out, that she probably wasn't wearing a bra?

I decided to look away for the moment. As much as I could turn on the ol' Captain Jack charm, it's generally better to let the ladies come to you in these days of sexual harassment. So I waited for her to make the next move.

Sure enough, she said, "And what's a sweet guy like you doing, drinking rum in a place like this?"

"Well, as a guest and a connoisseur of rum, I thought it would be such a waste if I didn't give it a try." I glanced at her glass, which the bartender was pouring. Sake, apparently, was her poison of choice. Big surprise, considering we were in Japan. "Out of all the people you could sit next to, you sat next to me."

"Surprised?" she asked.

"Curious. You're a beautiful woman, to say the very least. Makes a guy like me feel a touch unworthy to be in your presence." I then flinched. Maybe I was laying it on a bit thick. I'd tried to cut back on the swagger a little, given how much some people stared at me.

Luckily, she didn't take offence. She chuckled. "I just chose to sit next to you. Sometimes I just want a drinking buddy to talk to."

"I guess so," I said, before deciding to introduce myself. "Minato Sahashi."

She blinked at the name, apparently in recognition, before she said, "Kazehana."

"Sorry, do you know my name?"

"No, I thought I knew someone with your name, but I didn't think you'd be related to them," she said, waving off my question.

"Ah."

The evening went fairly well from there. We eventually got to talking. While using a pseudonym was meant to give me a little privacy at my young age, I did let slip that I had written the Jack Sparrow books, which Kazehana apparently loved. She was surprised I had managed to write them while in my last years of high school. Well, the first few, anyway. She gushed over how much she loved Jack Sparrow and Will Turner, loved the swashbuckler and fantasy. I think the alcohol was making her a little more effusive than she would have been, but I didn't really mind.

She, however, was lamenting the fact that a man she had fallen in love with had spurned him for another woman. A rather shrewish woman, by her accounts. Well, she didn't exactly lament in an over-the-top melodramatic wailing and gnashing of the teeth, it was more of a catharsis that was relatively calm, but belied a depression underneath.

Thankfully, I was there to allow her to have a shoulder to lean on. Nothing more unless she really wanted it: I didn't want to take advantage of a drunken woman, after all, and while she wasn't exactly plastered (she certainly could hold her liquor, more than a few pirates I had known), bedding a consenting woman who is sober tends to have better consequences. I noticed, however, that as the evening went on, she began to become, well, flushed. Blushing heavily, breathing hard, and I had to admit, she hadn't drunk quite that much.

Eventually, she asked that I bring her to my room. I had to admit to some small trepidation. My books were fairly famous, after all, and I had made the mistake of admitting my identity to at least one girlfriend who became what we call in Japan a yandere of the highest order. You know, a stalker with no sense of morality, sanity or personal space.

Now, I was torn between anticipating bedding her, and having some anxiety, and not just because of the whole paranoid fear of her being a yandere. After all, we were drunk, and we could do something that either of us regretted. Then again, Carpe diem, as the Romans said. Or, as the current generation say, YOLO.

However, when we reached my room, she actually seemed to stop, and gather herself. Hell, she somehow seemed to sober up. Handy trick. She then said, "Minato…what I'm about to do will change your life…and my life forever. I can't tell you everything yet, but…I want you to kiss me. And then, all will be revealed."

I looked her up and down. Even to my alcohol-befuddled mind, I had to wonder, what could possibly be so bad?

I should have known better. I had spent one lifetime getting into all sorts of scrapes. And more than a few were catalysed with kissing. But, well, I decided to take the plunge.

I came forward, embraced Kazehana, and kissed her on the lips. Her mouth tasted cool, and even vaguely floral. But through my closed eyelids, I saw some sort of glow. I opened my eyes, startled, and found what looked to be ethereal wings of pink light emanating from her back. Then, as we broke off our kiss, she said, solemnly but happily, "Kazehana, Sekirei Number 03 is yours, Minato Sahashi. May my wind be at your back, now and forever…"

I stared as those wings of light faded. Bugger, I thought to myself. It seems that I'm about to go on an adventure again…

CHAPTER 1 ANNOTATIONS:

So, how did you like that? I hope it turned out all right.

Now, I've done a bit of research, and Kazehana actually waits for considerable time in canon before having Minato Wing her, even after they meet for the first time. I thought the reason she does so here a little more quickly is partly due to Minato's different personality, which, combined with him having traits of Captain Jack Sparrow, probably made her react somewhat quicker.

Incidentally, in this universe, the films haven't been made. However, Disney is considering making them by the time these events occur…

1. Johnny Depp has apparently confirmed this in interviews, that Captain Jack is actually bisexual, his reasoning being that given above in the story.