Chapter seventeen

Jack frowned at the vision before him, and it was exactly that.

He was insane. He was sure of it. How else could she be here?

Of course she haunted his dreams, when he did sleep… Speaking of, when was the last time I slept?

He shook his head. It didn't matter. What mattered was how she ended up on the deck of the Pearl dancing and singing when she should've been in Port Royal getting married to the shrimp that ruined his life.

"Jackie," she called to him. "Why don't you come and dance with me?"

His frowned deepened. "I don't know how to."

The gypsy paused. "Liar. You do too."

"I do not. Not like that."

She chuckled. "Oh, Jackie." She snapped her fingers and instead of the brightly colored Romany outfit, she donned a golden gown. Her dark hair was pulled up into a slightly out-of-style 'do and accented with cream roses and a silver tiara. "How about now?"

This made Jack smirk. "You look like a princess."

Luna smiled. "Your pretty, pretty princess."

Jack shook his head. "You're not mine. You're Beckett's."

"No. I've never been anyone's but yours." She holds up her hand to show off the ring on her finger. Silver, ornate looking, inlaid with a rainbow moonstone. "Pretty, isn't it? Rainbow moonstone; the stone of new beginnings."

"New beginnings?"

"I've seen it Jack. Us together. It's you; the man in the poem. It's you! I had a vision! I saw this ring on my finger and Emmaleene was there. We found her, my daughter! She's alive. And James! Oh! We have a son. He looks just like you!" She smiled and twirled. "Isn't it great news?!"

Jack frowned and backed away. "Love, you're way too happy. Who are you and what did you do to Luna?"

"But don't you see, it's me!" It was Luna's turn to frown. "Jack, I'm here. In spirit at least, via astral projection."

Jack shakes his head and walks into his cabin. "I'm finally mad enough for an asylum."

"Oh Jack please listen to me?"

He turns around swiftly to see her hesitating in the doorway. "You're not even real Lu. Why should I listen to any of the daft things you say?"

"Just take my hand." He gives her out stretched hand a tentative look. "Please?"

With a sigh he placed his sea-stained hand and smiled.

"Good." She led him over to the railing and pushed him.

"Hey!" he shouted as he fell backwards. He was expecting to hit the hard dry ground the constantly surrounded him, not the wetness of the coolness of the sea. He sat up and coughed. "Where are we and can I stay?"

Luna laughed whole-heartedly, the sound similar to bells. It makes Jack smile. He can't remember the last time she laughed like that.

"Unfortunately not. But look!" She pointed to a couple embracing on the beach.

"That's us."

Luna nods. "Watch."

Jack shakes Luna's shoulder.

"Love?"

Luna's eyes fluttered open at the voice. "Jack?"

"You dozed off, love."

"Oh." She looked around. "Oh!" She blushed. "Sorry."

He chuckled. "Love, stop apologizin'. I'm not that incompetent. The children are fine. They're with your mother."

"Children?" Jack asked. Luna rolled her eyes and shushed him.

Jack frowned. "Memory's still not back, eh?" He sighed and messed with the ring on her left hand. "So you don't remember the wedding?"

Luna glanced down at her hand.

The Jack from the locker smirked. "We're married?"

"Mhmm," Luna answers. "Tried to tell you. Now, quiet this is my favorite part."

"Mami!"

"Jamie! Stop jumping on mami!"

Luna looked from the boy who had jumped in her lap to the white-haired girl walking towards her.

"Emmaleene?"

"Sorry, mami, Jamie noticed you were missing and insisted we look for you," she explained.

Luna looked to Jack for some sort of explanation.

Jack simply smiled. "Emma, take James and go find Bunică, please. Your mother and I will be home soon."

"You still don't remember do you, mami?" Emmaleene asked.

Luna smiled sadly and shook her head. "Îmi cer scuze, copila mea."

The child returned the smile and took her brother's hand. "Don't worry. Bampá, tha kánei ta pánta entáxei ."

"What did she say?" Jack from the locker whispers.

"Something to the effect of 'Daddy will explain it to you.'"

Jack looked to the retreating figure of the blonde girl. "Daddy?"

"Bampá?" Luna asked as soon as her children were gone from view.

"Yes," Jack answered. "It's what Emma calls me."

"That's my Emmaleene."

"Yes."

"She was kidnapped."

"Yes.

"By who?"

"Aphrodite."

"Aphrodite?" Jack asks. "The goddess of love?"

Luna shrugged. "It has something to do with my beauty. Or rather Parvati's."

"James?"

"Our son?"

Vision Luna shook her head. "No."

"Norrington?"

"Yes."

"The good Admiral is retired and living somewhere in Georgia on his late wife's plantation."

"Late wife?"

"You."

"Me?"

Jack nodded. "You married him after Will killed Jones. Had a child. Marabella, I believe."

"You married the commodore?" Locker Jack asked.

Luna from the locker shrugged. "Apparently."

Luna frowned. "Henrietta?"

"Your maid friend married Norry. Looks after the girl as if she's her own. We visit every now and then."

"How am I his late wife?"

Jack sighed. "You "died" on a crossing from England."

Luna's mouth formed a little 'O' and she looked back to her hand. "What of Beckett?"

"Killed right after Will became captain of the Dutchman."

"I did marry him?"

Jack nodded once.

"I'm sorry I betrayed you."

"I forgave you a long time ago, love."

"I forgave you?" Jack asks.

Luna frowned. "Do you not plan on it?"

"Your betrayal cuts deep, love."

Luna smiled at her ring. "So we're married?"

"That, Mrs. Sparrow, is my favorite memory to refresh."

"Now come on," Luna says pushing Jack back into the water.

Air blew past him as if he was falling backwards. Suddenly, he landed on the deck of the Black Pearl, knocking the wind out of him. He drew a deep breath and opened his eyes.

He was alone again. He groaned and sat up. She'd felt so real. With a huff, he stood and returned to his cabin for a lie down. However, something lying on his desk glinted and caught his eye. He walked the short distance and with a smirk, picked up the item.

She really was here.

"Missus Church?"

Luna turned from her spot at her empty writing desk and looked at the door to see her chaperone. "Yes, Charles?"

"The ship's setting sail soon."

Luna hid her frown. "Yes, I'm coming." She stood and grabbed her hat from the foot of her bed.

Charles led her out and to an awaiting carriage. As it pulled away Luna spared the manor one last look. This was the last time being her as herself. The next time she stepped foot in the building she would be Lady Beckett.

A/N: Sorry I've disappeared! I've been incredibly busy with school and NaNoWriMo! Unfortunately I haven't been able to write all week. I wrote a poem and half a story in creative writing but that's it. I'm doing a double update and finishing this beauty. Unfortunately I won't be back with part four until January. I might start posting part IV but I doubt it. My sister has suckered me into collaborating with her on a One Direction Fanfic on Quotev.

Blessed be,
Lyra