The Redhead of the Sea (Jack Sparrow x OC)

Chapter 29: Buried Memories

The redhead looked to the side, eyes locking on the endless blue sea as if would offer her some comfort. In a way, it did. She folded her hands in front of her chest, trying to keep her tough persona as she tried to organise her mind and think of what to say to him and how to start the story.

"I do...It started before you came Jack... a few years back...after I was found by the Navy" she stated, memories flashing into her mind. "We met at a ball, held then by the Governor...I was blind back then, didn't see him for whom he truly was..."

She remembered the ball and the fancy dress she had been forced to wear. While Elizabeth had gotten the attention of many young men and suitors, Artemis was left to the side. Few men dared to talk to her but everyone knew who she truly was. Ladies of the Court gossiped about her past and her upbringing and of course, her injured eye.

Beckett had been the only one, who approached and showed interest. Back then, Artemis' hatred for pirates was strong. After they had taken everything from her, she was blinded by grief and rage. He was the only one, who seemed to share the same view on the pirates and that already became their most common thing.

In addition, he did not seem as interested in physical appearances and his questions were often targeted at her knowledge of the sea and the currents. He was cultured and he did not hide it, making her even feel faintly intimidated by his knowledge that surpassed hers. While she had done training on many subjects, courtesy of growing up and spending a few months with Elizabeth, she could never reach his level.

Unless it was about ships. Only then did she seem to be a worthy opponent in terms of knowledge and experience.

"It was supposed to be one dance but soon...invitations came... He requested my presence in more events...and he made it clear what he had in mind..." she took a moment to take a deep breath, Jack listening intensely without interrupting her. "When a man requests a certain woman to be his side that often, and invite her to specific balls...it is a grooming practise and eventually leads to one thing..."

Jack seemed to understand. "Marriage" he continued for her, the word and the mere idea leaving his mouth with a sour aftertaste as he saved her the trouble of saying it. She turned to finally look at him, surprised he knew about it. Yet, Jack had proven more than once that he possessed knowledge of many fields. His next question caught her fully off guard. "Did he touch you?"

Her lips parted faintly as she blinked and looked at him. She could see the darkness in his eyes at just the mere implication that something more had happened between them back then. She shivered at the idea and rubbed her hands faintly as she shook her head.

"Not really. He kept the etiquettes but he did try...in a way"

Artemis had been walking with Beckett in the back garden of the fancy mansion they had been for the sake of the Spring Suitor Bowl that had been hosted by a rich family. Elizabeth had not attended, for her engagement to James had already been arranged.

The redhead, on the other hand, had been invited and so had Beckett, which offered a small relief to have a familiar face in the crowd. However, the way she was seeing him had changed over the years and her instincts were warning her to stay away.

He came to a halt and so did she, looking at him as it was clear that he wanted to say something. After a moment of antagonizing silence, which he enjoyed causing to study her reaction, he spoke.

"It is time, Artemis. My latest position as Lord is almost ensured and there is no need for any more waiting"

She had stayed quiet, afraid he would eventually say those words. She had long realised what his true intentions were when he often requested her presence. It was a sign to other suitors not to make a move.

The Governor had also realised that Beckett had an interest in her and had tried to persuade her to speed things up. She was growing older and women her age were already married to someone, least engaged.

Even though she did not want to, her chances were getting less and less with each passing season. She could not remain alone forever, for she risked bringing same and mud on the name of the very same man that had taken in when she had no one. The Governor had taken his risk by letting her into his family and he had tried hard to give her what he saw was best.

She had closed her single eye for a moment, remembering her father's last words to her before the fight. He had also wished for her to settle down with someone and perhaps, this was the only chance she would get.

She felt a hand holding her chin, directing her head to face the owner of the hand. Opening her eye, she realised that Beckett had stepped closer, his face now in closer proximity to hers, than before. Before she could realise what would happen, he kissed her.

It was momentary, lasting a few seconds but it was more than enough for her. She never returned the action, her whole body warning her to stay away and so she did. With all the grace she could muster, she pulled back and tried her best to hold her self from slapping him. She was close, her hand shaking from the tension but she fought against all her hidden urges...for the sake of the Governor.

"I..." she cleared her throat. "I need to think about it"

Artemis had been rubbing her hands a little more now, feeling goosebumps forming on her skin at the memory she was forced to bring up and remember. A memory she had locked away in the deepest corners of her mind.

"After that, he left for a trip for a few months but kept sending letters. The last one arrived two days before you did...saying he would come to visit the Governor and make it official..." she explained, her eye never leaving his.

She could see the faintest tension of his facial muscles, clear that he did not like the story but he did not make any comment. Instead, there was a slight understanding in his brown orbs as if he could relate and in a way...he could.

"He is still after it, Lassie" he admitted, remembering what he had told him back on the ship.

She scoffed faintly, not surprised by his words. "I know...but it is not going to happen either way, Jack." She took another breath. "If we lose this battle, I am taking myself to the Locker Jack. I am not going back"

Jack gave the faintest of smiles, seeing that burning fire in her eyes. She was determined not to fail and her words made it clear that she shared no feelings for the man that threatened to wipe all the Pirates from the face of the Earth.

It was a relief to him, for during her story he had started to suspect that there had been something between them. Yet, there hadn't and never would be. "That is good to hear Lassie"

She gave a small smile at his words, glad that he approved and understood her. However, one thing remained in her mind and she had to ask...now was the best time for who knew what would follow next. "Jack, what is your past with him?"

Her question made his smile drop, painful memories passing through his mind. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he took a step back. "He is the man from my story, Lassie. He is the one who sunk my ship and branded me as a Pirate"

His brown eyes cast a shadow and his hand that bared the 'P' symbol was subconsciously stiff. He could still recall the hot iron that was pressed against his skin and the cold chains around his wrists. A hand grabbed it, a sense of warmth spreading and soothing the burning sensation as a thumb gently moved above the mark.

She did not say anything else but it was her way, considering the circumstances and everything that had taken place, to show that she was there for him and she would not leave him; not anytime soon.

EDITED: 9/3/2024