*Disclaimer* see the previous chapters
To the reviewers of this tale, thank you! Especially Jen and Yavanna for reviewing so much! ^-^
(if anyone knows how to do italics and such please tell me! Until then / symbolize italics and ~ are bold)
The twins met up at the library. Artemis explained and handed Apollo the letter. He was deep in thought. They would finally really meet their mother! She did care about them and it was just a huge misunderstanding with Jack! Maybe they could work it out.....but how to get the fiancée out of the way? Apollo grinned. "So when do we meet her?"
Two hours later, disguised in cloaks, feeling slightly uncomfortable pretending to be nobles, the twins were standing outside waiting to be let in to see their mother. For some reason, Apollo was slightly nervous. He looked at Artemis; her face was unreadable. The door opened and they were shown into the parlor.
"Oh! You both came!" Araina cried running up and embracing them both. Contrary to what Apollo had thought the meeting wasn't awkward at all. It seemed so --- natural.
"But you don't really love him do you?" Artemis asked.
"Gregory is.....nice, I suppose, but he's not Jack."
"Why don't you and Dad meet up at that ball thing?" Apollo asked getting an idea.
"Could you get him there?"
"I could guilt-trip him into it." Artemis said. With that the three began plotting. A bit after that, Araina took them shopping to get some clothes for the ball. Apollo was the same size as jack so he measured for him. Apollo was sitting outside of the dressing rooms waiting for Artemis and Araina to get done.
"So, you waiting on someone?"
Apollo looked up to see the young man from yesterday. "Yes. And you?"
"Mother."
"Sister and mother."
"I see." The blacksmith apprentice looked like he was going to say more but was cut off by a scream of "NO!"
"Oh come on!" said the dressmaker. "You're actually lucky most girls are very flat at your age."
"I'm half-naked!"
"A good gown highlights a woman's best features! I'm not going to let you hid yourself in a canvas bag! Flaunt it!"
"No flaunting!" There was laughing from Araina in the background.
"I went through the same thing at your age."
"Rah for you, Mother."
"Just wear it! It's only for one night." Said the dressmaker.
"Thaaat would be them." Apollo said. Just then Elizabeth Turner (Apollo hasn't met her yet. Remember?) came out.
"Well, let's leave Jamie. I swear I'm going to strangle that woman one of these days."
"See you later." Said "Jamie" to Apollo. 'No way.' thought Apollo. At that moment Artemis came out with Araina looking huffy, highly and utterly rare for her. Apollo laughed but quickly turned it to a cough at the look on Artemis' face. The two of them dropped off Araina then went back to the Black Pearl to persuade Jack to go to the ball.
"And I know how you can make it up to me."
"How?" Normally Jack wouldn't fall for this but he didn't like fighting with his family...big mistake on his part....heh heh..
"There's this ball thing in 6 days. I'm sure Will and Elizabeth will want you there in any case.." Jack hit his head on the wall. Will, and Elizabeth both, had just tried to get him to go. Apollo would be on his case next.
"Ok, ok, I'll go! Happy?"
"Yep." Artemis pranced out of the room.
~ skipping ahead to 1 day before the ball ~
Artemis was hanging around in the library. Why? She didn't even know. She reached to get a book from a nearby shelf on certain ships but it wouldn't come out of the shelf...hum...she tugged harder and then...the shelf fell over and there stood the blacksmith apprentice!
"We have got to stop meeting like this!" he exclaimed.
"We'll debate that later but for now..run!" Artemis replied grabbing his hand before the angry librarian could get to them. The two emerged into the streets of Port Royal laughing. Little did they know that lurking behind dark shadows watching them was Captain Chan Hawk.
Hawk was mad. I mean real mad. This stupid boy, yes the inane blacksmith apprentice Jamison Turner was stealing Dark Moon from him! She was his! Not Turner's! Gah...... It was all so confusing. He hadn't really /meant/ to, they had grabbed the wrong person, and Artemis got the wrong impression. Well, he kind of gave it to her. So he really wasn't the bad guy right? Right, he decided.
"So which ship were you looking for?" Artemis asked.
"None in particular." Jamison said looking uncomfortable. 'I can't really tell her..she'll think I'm some kind of crazy compulsive stalker and that won't be good. SHIT! I still have to find out about that suitor my parents dug up.' "Er.which one where you looking for?"
"Ah, the Iced Nightmare actually..."
Jamison looked up sharply. "Why?" That ship had a bad reputation.
"You have your secrets, I have mine." They ended up outside the blacksmith shop. "I'll see you at that ball thing, I guess." Artemis started to walk off.
"WAIT!" bellowed Jamison when she was half way down the street. Artemis turned. "TELL ME YOUR NAME!"
She sighed and took a deep breath. " IT'S ARTEMIS!"
"MINE'S JAMISON!" With that he swept off inside the shop. Artemis stopped dead. 'Oh RUM! (A/N: *shrugs* don't ask just don't.....), that means that he's....the....and....crap on it all!'
Jamison walked into his father's shop feeling extremely happy. He had just gotten her name! He took down one of the freshly made swords and swished it around some. Perfect-as always.
Apollo was sitting on the railing of the Black Pearl pondering life in general, rum in hand. What was going to happen with Hawk...and Jack and Araina...and himself.
Jack, meanwhile, was thinking about his past. Something he hated and tried to block out normally. Araina's memory came to him every time he looked at Artemis. He had met her when he was 27. He was 17 years older now, still looked to be in his 20's. Araina hurt him. Artemis, Apollo, the sea, and rum, of course, were his loves/family now. And it was all he needed. They had fun, and his kids were a lot like him. When Araina didn't come back it broke his heart, a feeling he'd never had, nor ever would again. They despised each other when they first met. She thought he was an arrogant, self-centered, rum-obsessed bum. He thought her a stiff Duchess with no sense of fun. It all started when he found her in a bar. She threw rum on him. Ah, memories.
To the reviewers of this tale, thank you! Especially Jen and Yavanna for reviewing so much! ^-^
(if anyone knows how to do italics and such please tell me! Until then / symbolize italics and ~ are bold)
The twins met up at the library. Artemis explained and handed Apollo the letter. He was deep in thought. They would finally really meet their mother! She did care about them and it was just a huge misunderstanding with Jack! Maybe they could work it out.....but how to get the fiancée out of the way? Apollo grinned. "So when do we meet her?"
Two hours later, disguised in cloaks, feeling slightly uncomfortable pretending to be nobles, the twins were standing outside waiting to be let in to see their mother. For some reason, Apollo was slightly nervous. He looked at Artemis; her face was unreadable. The door opened and they were shown into the parlor.
"Oh! You both came!" Araina cried running up and embracing them both. Contrary to what Apollo had thought the meeting wasn't awkward at all. It seemed so --- natural.
"But you don't really love him do you?" Artemis asked.
"Gregory is.....nice, I suppose, but he's not Jack."
"Why don't you and Dad meet up at that ball thing?" Apollo asked getting an idea.
"Could you get him there?"
"I could guilt-trip him into it." Artemis said. With that the three began plotting. A bit after that, Araina took them shopping to get some clothes for the ball. Apollo was the same size as jack so he measured for him. Apollo was sitting outside of the dressing rooms waiting for Artemis and Araina to get done.
"So, you waiting on someone?"
Apollo looked up to see the young man from yesterday. "Yes. And you?"
"Mother."
"Sister and mother."
"I see." The blacksmith apprentice looked like he was going to say more but was cut off by a scream of "NO!"
"Oh come on!" said the dressmaker. "You're actually lucky most girls are very flat at your age."
"I'm half-naked!"
"A good gown highlights a woman's best features! I'm not going to let you hid yourself in a canvas bag! Flaunt it!"
"No flaunting!" There was laughing from Araina in the background.
"I went through the same thing at your age."
"Rah for you, Mother."
"Just wear it! It's only for one night." Said the dressmaker.
"Thaaat would be them." Apollo said. Just then Elizabeth Turner (Apollo hasn't met her yet. Remember?) came out.
"Well, let's leave Jamie. I swear I'm going to strangle that woman one of these days."
"See you later." Said "Jamie" to Apollo. 'No way.' thought Apollo. At that moment Artemis came out with Araina looking huffy, highly and utterly rare for her. Apollo laughed but quickly turned it to a cough at the look on Artemis' face. The two of them dropped off Araina then went back to the Black Pearl to persuade Jack to go to the ball.
"And I know how you can make it up to me."
"How?" Normally Jack wouldn't fall for this but he didn't like fighting with his family...big mistake on his part....heh heh..
"There's this ball thing in 6 days. I'm sure Will and Elizabeth will want you there in any case.." Jack hit his head on the wall. Will, and Elizabeth both, had just tried to get him to go. Apollo would be on his case next.
"Ok, ok, I'll go! Happy?"
"Yep." Artemis pranced out of the room.
~ skipping ahead to 1 day before the ball ~
Artemis was hanging around in the library. Why? She didn't even know. She reached to get a book from a nearby shelf on certain ships but it wouldn't come out of the shelf...hum...she tugged harder and then...the shelf fell over and there stood the blacksmith apprentice!
"We have got to stop meeting like this!" he exclaimed.
"We'll debate that later but for now..run!" Artemis replied grabbing his hand before the angry librarian could get to them. The two emerged into the streets of Port Royal laughing. Little did they know that lurking behind dark shadows watching them was Captain Chan Hawk.
Hawk was mad. I mean real mad. This stupid boy, yes the inane blacksmith apprentice Jamison Turner was stealing Dark Moon from him! She was his! Not Turner's! Gah...... It was all so confusing. He hadn't really /meant/ to, they had grabbed the wrong person, and Artemis got the wrong impression. Well, he kind of gave it to her. So he really wasn't the bad guy right? Right, he decided.
"So which ship were you looking for?" Artemis asked.
"None in particular." Jamison said looking uncomfortable. 'I can't really tell her..she'll think I'm some kind of crazy compulsive stalker and that won't be good. SHIT! I still have to find out about that suitor my parents dug up.' "Er.which one where you looking for?"
"Ah, the Iced Nightmare actually..."
Jamison looked up sharply. "Why?" That ship had a bad reputation.
"You have your secrets, I have mine." They ended up outside the blacksmith shop. "I'll see you at that ball thing, I guess." Artemis started to walk off.
"WAIT!" bellowed Jamison when she was half way down the street. Artemis turned. "TELL ME YOUR NAME!"
She sighed and took a deep breath. " IT'S ARTEMIS!"
"MINE'S JAMISON!" With that he swept off inside the shop. Artemis stopped dead. 'Oh RUM! (A/N: *shrugs* don't ask just don't.....), that means that he's....the....and....crap on it all!'
Jamison walked into his father's shop feeling extremely happy. He had just gotten her name! He took down one of the freshly made swords and swished it around some. Perfect-as always.
Apollo was sitting on the railing of the Black Pearl pondering life in general, rum in hand. What was going to happen with Hawk...and Jack and Araina...and himself.
Jack, meanwhile, was thinking about his past. Something he hated and tried to block out normally. Araina's memory came to him every time he looked at Artemis. He had met her when he was 27. He was 17 years older now, still looked to be in his 20's. Araina hurt him. Artemis, Apollo, the sea, and rum, of course, were his loves/family now. And it was all he needed. They had fun, and his kids were a lot like him. When Araina didn't come back it broke his heart, a feeling he'd never had, nor ever would again. They despised each other when they first met. She thought he was an arrogant, self-centered, rum-obsessed bum. He thought her a stiff Duchess with no sense of fun. It all started when he found her in a bar. She threw rum on him. Ah, memories.