Her first, her last, his everything

AN: I couldn't help it but that pairing nearly instantly popped into my mind when I watched the Lone Ranger in cinema. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do and that you're ok with the way I made it up.
I am aware that times might not be possible or right or whatever but then again the whole pirates universe is kinda set up weirdly in time so yeah bear with that.
Aside that I'm not a native English speaker so mistakes are mine and for keeps.

Disclaimer: Not my characters just messing around with them.

Summary: She was his world and always will be. The one thing he lost long ago and can't let go of. What happens when they'll eventually meet again? Both have changed but for good? Or is it too much to make memories come back to life again? Red/Jack (Harrington/Sparrow)

She stood in front of her rather large mirror and looked at herself and the reflection of the sunrise behind her.
Another day. Another place. They had just moved once again. Which hopefully meant new people. New costumers. Another bunch of human beings that she didn't know and didn't want to get to know either.
Always the same and yet so different. When it came to lust and desire most people were animals.
They tend to forget about morals.
They tend to forget everything.

And yet here she was. Remembering everything every single day. She stared at a little piece of paper on her mirror.
She'd kept it. His last note to her. It was weathered and worn and hard to read by now but she had the words imprinted in her mind. 'I love you and always will.'
It was simple. Not much. He had never been a man of great words. He said what he had to say. Truth be told he wasn't an entirely honest man but to her he was and she could tell.
She could read people like open books.
Which is what she had done her whole life. Reading books and people. Both quite secretly. Ever since she was a young girl she lived adventures of other people in her mind. She'd walked the streets of Europe and deserts of Africa in her dreams.
In reality she hobbled day after day on the sandy ground outside or the wooden floor inside her whore house.
Which leads to another ironic thing. She's practically the nun in a whore house even though people think she's the most wicked one of them all.

That's when her eyes wandered to her hips in the mirror and she bit back tears that threatened to build up. She let her skirts fall back into place.
She's a monster. Underneath it all she looks like Frankenstein. Who would ever want to sleep with her? She wouldn't sleep with anyone anyways. She's that kind of person who can only sleep with someone she really loves. Therefore there's been one man in her life and only him.
Sure men tell her they want her. They touch her leg and she pretends she likes it. But that's as far as she goes.

She's the sheep in a wolf body. To her it's disgusting what the men do with her girls. But she didn't have any other choice. What kind of job could a cripple like her do? Her only alternative was sewing dresses and she didn't have any talent in that. So she had to survive somehow. And back then she didn't have time to think about it. The old man who owned the place before her died all of a sudden and that was her chance. Her only chance to survive.
After all she was a woman without a man and somehow she had to make a living.

A knock on her door told her it was time to start the day.

„Jack?", he called. „Jack?" and once again, „JACK SPARROW."
Still no answer from the man who kneeled on the ground a few meters away from him.
He approached him and then tabbed him lightly on the shoulder which made the other man jump.

„Jesus, Hector", he said.

„I've called you a dozen of times", he said. And then he saw what Jack was holding in his hand.
„Is that a -?", he asked but Jack cut him of, „Heather? - Yes."

Hector sighed. He knew he and Jack had their differences in the last couple of years but after all deep down they've been friends for so long. They've been through so much together. And there he was suddenly put back in time again. To a time where Jack and Heather were happy. Where they all kind of were happy. More or less. But in general happy.

„You still think of her after all these years?", he asked Jack then.
„Always", Jack simply said, „and you know that I've tried all possible distractions a man could think of."

They've played games. All along. With ships and people's lives and women. By God Jack had have a lot of women in his life. They've fought themselves and others. They've found gold and the fountain of eternal youth. And he knew Jack had passionate nights with all sorts of women on nearly every place in the world.
But there had always been her. Heather. Heather Sparrow. The one woman who has always been his everything.
„So let's go. Find her. What's keeping us here anyways?", he asked Jack.
Jack just laughed, „and how are we going to do that?"
„Don't be dumb Jack, you have that compass and you know how to use it."
Jack sighed, „She was quite clear as she told me she never ever wanted to see me again. Not even in hell."
„Damnit Jack, that's been ages ago. And besides what is she gonna do? Shoot you? You're already dead, Jack. You've been dead the day she told you to go. We both know that. We've always known."
Jack stood up from the rocky ground and took a few more Heathers with him. Hector was right. She couldn't hurt him more.

He put the Heathers in his pocket and took the compass from his belt and opened it.
„So where is what Jack Sparrow desires most right now?", Hector asked and took a look at the spinning compass needle.
A few moments later it stopped spinning and Jack grinned, „Captian Jack Sparrow. And set sail in a general that way direction."
Barbossa grinned, „you forgot something, Jackie."
„Huh?"
„We need a ship."
„We have a ship", Jack said pointing to a small one near him.
Barbossa just nodded until Jack continued, „what we don't need is anymore people on board, got it?"
„So no crew then?", Hector asked him.
„No crew", Jack grinned.