The Doctor and The Artist! Trafalgar D. Law x reader fan-fiction

Blue Skys and Silver Eyes

Seagulls cry above me as they hover in the cool breeze. My hand glides over parchment with my pencil, leaving marks and scribbles of graphite until an image slowly develops as I think back to a story my grandpa told me.

His laugh reverberates in my mind as I recall sitting in my fort. My granny's large blankets draped over countless chairs and open umbrellas propped around me, as I sit on a mountain of her decorative pillows and stuffed animals. Too big to fit under the architectural disaster that I believed to be pure genius, my grandfather sat outside in his recliner.

He leans forward with his arms stretched out as he grins. "The Sea King was ginormous! Sharp, yellow scales and big violet eyes - and sharp teeth big enough to gobble up a whole fleet!" He exclaimed as he growls and chomps at the air impersonating the great beast. 
I stared in child-minded wonder as I clung to every word he told me. From the sea spray to the sweltering heat, I pictured every little detail.

A soft smile reaches my face as the drawing forms and I sign my initials at the bottom corner with a small title for the sketch, "The Great King". Lost in my own thoughts, I jump when a hand slapped on the back of my head.

"Earth to Y/n! You're break ended fifteen minutes ago!"

"Yeah, yeah, I hear ya Max. Geez, did you have to hit so hard?!" I groan and the red head looks over my shoulder.

"Whoa! Thats a Sea King isn't it? That looks awesome!"

"Thanks! Although, it's not accurate... it's the one Papa used to tell me about as a kid. Wish I could really see one and sketch it." I smile and he shrugs.

"I've heard from some sailors that they come up near island's shores. Maybe you'll get lucky one day?"

"Yeah, maybe." I smile and I stand up. "So what are you doing here Max? Aren't you supposed to be working?"

"It's a slow day today so the boss let me off early. I just figured I'd visit the clinic and see how things are doing before I go fishing." He grins and I smile.

"You gonna be out all night like last time, or will I see you at the pub?" I ask as we walk into the clinic.

" Boss told me I can have the night off if I catch him some fish for Rascal's Brew. There's supposed to be a migration of shrimp and flounder."

"Oh! If you have some extra, would you mind selling me some shrimp? Papa's birthday is supposed to come up tomorrow and I think Granny would like some broiled shrimp and vegetables!"

"You don't have to pay me for that! I know how much his birthday means to you and your grandma. Don was a good man and he taught me all I know, so you don't to pay a belly." He smiles as he ruffles my hair. "Don't stay out too late!"

" No promises! Be safe, have fun!" I wave as he heads out and I return to my station in the pharmacy section of the clinic.

After clocking back in and laying my sketchbook beside me, I glance at the clock. It was only a little after one and I had another three hours before my shift ends. I glance at my desk and see there isn't any scheduled appointments, I've already delivered Mr. Hammonds, little Sarah and the twins their prescription. As for Dr. Martin, he left yesterday to pick up a shipment that had been sent to the neighboring island. Leaving me to fend for myself in the old wooden building with only drawers filled with herbs and ointments to keep me company.

I sigh as I glance at my sketchbook and slowly flip through. There was a combination of sketches from stories my grandfather told me, and anatomical and herbal sketches I've done while working in the clinic. I didn't know if it counted as being big-headed or egotistical when I feel proud of my work - even though I know there are other artist with skill that far surpasses mine. Everyone in the village enjoys my artwork, but drawing and painting simple still life's to decorate homes was a less challenging subject matter than people or animals. Small details that made each individual unique, and even more challenging to draw.