I don't own Pirates. DAMMIT! Vivienne and all crew on The Red Death belong to me though. Those at Grotto Cachee belong to Louisa Burton, well, except for the Lords I made up.
Epilogue
2000
Darius and Vivienne sat in first class on the plane to Miami. Vivienne was worried about Darius, but he had worn gloves and he was holding her hand to signify he was with her, so all the jealous ladies glowered. She was going to see Rose's grave for the first time in forty years. After World War II, the Follets kept to themselves and Vivienne went into seclusion. Even Inigo worried about her. She wouldn't open her door to anyone but Darius.
He had finally convinced her that she should see Rose's grave and that he would go with her. It cheered her a little bit and they now sat on this plane. It was an uneventful flight and Vivienne was nervous. Jack had kept his promise, but was she ready to see him after all this time. She saw him last in 1960. She wasn't looking forward to it.
"Stop fidgeting, Vivienne." Darius told her quietly. "You'll just get more nervous about seeing Rose."
She hadn't talked to anyone for a few months, not even Darius. It was like she missed the sea, seeing Rose, or something. She couldn't quite figure it out. The plane landed and they immediately rented a car and went to the place where Rose would be.
Jack was on the porch. "It's been a long time,
Vivienne."
"Yes, Jack. It has." She said curtly and went
into the house.
"That was the first time she has spoken in three months, Lord Sparrow." Darius said, shaking his hand.
"She was upset for not seeing Rose?" Jack asked quietly.
"I suppose she just missed seeing you."
"I see." Jack answered.
They walked to the back porch and found Vivienne sobbing at Rose's grave. She had tears streaming and she was trying so hard not to curse her former love.
"She is like this every tome she sees the grave, Darius. This time is no different."
"It's been 255 years." Darius said. "Should she not be over it?"
Vivienne motioned Darius over. She was not crying as much anymore as he bent down to hold her. Her jeans were tear-stained and she was unbelievably beautiful to him.
"This is Rose. Darius is here, Rose." She said happily. "I miss you, Rose. I love him as I've told you and I want you to be okay with that. Please give me a sign."
A woman with red hair and blue eyes, the spitting image of her Rose came to the porch and smiled at Jack. "Lord Sparrow, I hope your guests are hungry."
Vivienne was dumbfounded. "Who is she?"
"Her name is Rose and that's all she remembers. I found her in 1962 and have taken care of her ever since. She noticed the grave and asked if that was hers. I asked her if she remembered anything. She said there was no one or nothing she remembers save that she is immortal. She killed herself, but she was part of your crew. She wasn't buried in the coffin was she?'
"No," Vivienne whispered. "It was another girl that looked just like her."
"I thought as much. She refuses to remember that you abandoned her like that Vivienne and now you have to live with your mistake." Jack answered.
Vivienne looked at Darius and said, "I thought she wanted to be left alone. There is nothing more for me here. I can't return, Darius. It would break my heart."
"Let us at least eat and you can say goodbye."
"NO!" She startled him. "It would be more than I could bear."
Rose came out and smiled at her. "I hope you visit again soon, Mistress."
Vivienne stared after her and cried into Darius' arms as he carried her to the car. She couldn't see Rose, her darling Rose ever again and that was the curse she bore from her ship, the Red Death.