A/N: Thanks to all of y'all who reviewed! I appreciate the feedback.
Characters from the movie make an appearance in this chapter. Again, I've
tried to keep them in character as much as possible but constructive
criticism on this point (and on any other) is greatly appreciated as well.
Hope y'all enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own PotC or any of its characters. The only thing I own is Celeste and any other random characters that pop up for a scene or two.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Deja Vu ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Ten years later ..
"We kindle and char and inflame and ignite,
drink up me 'arties, Yo Ho,
We burn up the city we're really a fright,
drink up me 'arties, Yo Ho,
We're rascals and scoundrels, we're villains and knaves,
drink up me 'arites, Yo Ho,
We're devils and blacksheep, we're really bad -"
The faint singing stopped. "God damn it! What comes next? Really bad what?" Celeste thought. She opened her eyes. It hurt just to do that. "Where am I?" All she could see was the sky, blue and cloudless. She tried to turn her head to see to the side but it hurt too much and she gave up. She was lying on her back on something hard. It took a minute but she recognized that it was a large plank of wood - and it was floating. She remembered.
It had been a hell of storm. She never seen one like it in the ten years she'd been sailing in her own ship and to top it off, she'd been sailing in unfamiliar waters. The winds had driven the ship onto an underwater reef on which it was now lying, also underwater. Celeste and her crew had abandoned the sinking boat and here she was floating on the ocean. God only knew what had happened to the rest.
"My foot's wet," she noticed. She had kicked off both boots as she swam before she had found the board. Now, she attempted to move her legs back onto the plank but winced when she tried to do so. "Everything hurts. I'm so thirsty. If I could just turn my head.no, don't even think that. Sea water will kill you. How long have I been floating?" She couldn't answer her own question. Hours? Days? A week? She had no idea. A long time. With that last thought, she sighed and fell back into a dreamless sleep.
Later that evening, in Port Royale, Elizabeth and Will walked along the beach, happy just to be in each other's company and talking of the things young lovers are wont to. Darkness was beginning to fall over the beach and Elizabeth was about to suggest that they turn back when she saw something strange washed up on the shore.
"It couldn't be.." she began.
"No," answered Will, laughing, "we saw him board the Pearl, remember? It's probably a pile of driftwood, but we should look just in case." Will was partially right. It was a pile of driftwood but it was a plank of driftwood with a person - a woman - lying on it, unconscious. "Is she..?" asked Elizabeth quietly. Will bent and checked to see if the woman was breathing. "She's alive but just barely. She probably needs water and soon. Can we take her to your house?" Elizabeth nodded. Will bent again to gather the woman in his arms and they headed quickly to Governor Swann's house.
Celeste woke up to warm daylight falling across her face, pleasant and completely unlike the harsh sunlight that had been beating down on her day after day. The first thing that she noticed was that her mouth didn't feel unbearably dry any more. Then she realized that her feet were completely dry as was the rest of her. Next, she tried to open her eyes. That didn't hurt anymore either; however, what she saw then astonished her. She lay on her back in a handsome four-poster canopy bed. Drapes were pulled almost shut across the big bay windows letting only enough sun to pleasantly light the room.
"Where am I?" she thought, "and how in God's name did I get here?"
She pushed aside the voluminous comforter that covered her, sat up, and noticed that instead of her usual baggy pants, loose blouse and bandanna holding back her hair, she wore a simple but elegant dressing gown and her hair was loose and brushed. Frowning in confusion she stood and walked across the room to the window. "Good, that didn't hurt either. I can make a quick getaway if I need to. Though to where I don't know." She pulled back the drapes and stared out the window. It took her eyes a moment to adjust to the brilliant sunlight - it was almost midday - but soon she could see the entire layout of the port from her position at the window. She studied it for a while before it registered in her memory. She knew this place! It was Port Royale! A major port of Her Majesty's Navy! And a huge commotion was going on in the harbor area, dozens of red-coated men loading the largest ship. "Great. What a wonderful place for a pirate to be shipwrecked. My luck continues to improve. At least they haven't noticed the medallion." She reached for the gold pendant hanging from a gold chain around her neck rubbing it's rough surface. On both sides, the pendant had an engraved skull and crossbones. It was the only thing she had that she could use against Barbosa now that she had heard what the curse had done to him. If she ever ran into him. Ten years she had been sailing the Caribbean on her ship and not once had she run into the Pearl. To some pirates, that would've been a dream come true but to Celeste it was pure frustration.
But there was no more time for such thoughts. "Redcoats or no redcoats. I have to leave here and fast. Now to find my clothes." Look as she would though, she couldn't find any sign of her old attire. Then the door to the bedroom opened, interrupting her search.
"Oh good!" Elizabeth exclaimed at seeing the other woman up and about, "I was hoping you'd be awake by now." She shut the door behind her and set the tray of food she was carrying on a small table. Celeste watched her carefully. "Do they know I'm a pirate?" she wondered.
"Please sit down and eat," Elizabeth went on, "You must be famished!"
Celeste sat, still watching Elizabeth, picked up a fork but did not eat. "Who are you?" she asked.
"I rather think I should be asking the questions!" said Elizabeth laughing, "My name is Elizabeth Swann. I'm the daughter of Governor Swann. This is our home."
"So we are in Port Royale. I thought as much."
Elizabeth nodded, "May I ask your name then?"
"Most call me Celeste."
"You don't have a last name?"
"'T'was supposed to be Sparrow," she thought, but aloud only said, "No."
A slightly puzzled look appeared on Elizabeth's face but it disappeared when she noticed that Celeste had yet to take a bite of the food. "Please, don't let my talking stop you from eating. I know you have to be starving!"
Celeste let her gaze linger on the younger woman a second more and then began to eat. The food was good. Better than anything she'd ever had on her ship. She would miss the Nereid but not its food. She ate in silence for several minutes before asking, to make conversation, "What's all the commotion down at the docks for?"
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Commodore Norrington is going pirate- hunting. He wishes to be remembered as the man who caught Captain Jack Sparrow not the one who let him escape."
Celeste's eyes widened and she gasped. "Oh my God! Did she just say what I think she did? It's not possible. Not even imaginable. It can't be him. Or can it.?"
"D..did you say Jack Sparrow?"
Elizabeth didn't notice the surprise and incredulity in the other woman's eyes and cheerfully went on. "Oh yes, Will (my fiancée) and I had quite the adventure very recently with Jack. As a matter of fact, he only left yesterday, a few hours before we found you."
"A few hours? Can I really have missed him by only that much? But the curse. What about Barbosa and the Pearl?"
This time, Elizabeth noticed that her guest was lost in a perplexing train of thought. She gently laid her hand on Celeste's arm. "Are you ok?"
Celeste shoook her head, trying to clear her mind. "Fine, just fine," she answered, "Tell me more about this adventure."
Elizabeth happily obliged, filling in her strange visitor about her, Will and Jack's escapades ending the curse and restoring Jack to his ship. When she had finished, Celeste murmured, "Yes.then I suppose.it must be him!"
"Who?" asked Elizabeth, her brow furrowed trying to make sense of this unusual woman's words, "Jack? or Barbosa?"
"Both," she said sharply as if issuing back into reality, "One I loved and the other's grave I would spit on if he had one."
"I'm going to hope Barbosa was the latter and if I'm right, he does have a grave to spit on."
"Not possible."
"What?"
"Not possible. The curse, it's not ended."
"You're mistaken. It is. I saw Barbosa die myself."
"It is you who is mistaken," said Celeste looking Elizabeth calmly in the eye, "The curse is not ended or if it was it was only before this touched the water." With those words she reached for the medallion she wore around her neck. Elizabeth gasped. The medallion was no simple piece of pirate gold. It was a piece of the Aztec treasure.
A/N: Remember, please review! Any and all comments are rejoiced over!
Disclaimer: I don't own PotC or any of its characters. The only thing I own is Celeste and any other random characters that pop up for a scene or two.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Deja Vu ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Ten years later ..
"We kindle and char and inflame and ignite,
drink up me 'arties, Yo Ho,
We burn up the city we're really a fright,
drink up me 'arties, Yo Ho,
We're rascals and scoundrels, we're villains and knaves,
drink up me 'arites, Yo Ho,
We're devils and blacksheep, we're really bad -"
The faint singing stopped. "God damn it! What comes next? Really bad what?" Celeste thought. She opened her eyes. It hurt just to do that. "Where am I?" All she could see was the sky, blue and cloudless. She tried to turn her head to see to the side but it hurt too much and she gave up. She was lying on her back on something hard. It took a minute but she recognized that it was a large plank of wood - and it was floating. She remembered.
It had been a hell of storm. She never seen one like it in the ten years she'd been sailing in her own ship and to top it off, she'd been sailing in unfamiliar waters. The winds had driven the ship onto an underwater reef on which it was now lying, also underwater. Celeste and her crew had abandoned the sinking boat and here she was floating on the ocean. God only knew what had happened to the rest.
"My foot's wet," she noticed. She had kicked off both boots as she swam before she had found the board. Now, she attempted to move her legs back onto the plank but winced when she tried to do so. "Everything hurts. I'm so thirsty. If I could just turn my head.no, don't even think that. Sea water will kill you. How long have I been floating?" She couldn't answer her own question. Hours? Days? A week? She had no idea. A long time. With that last thought, she sighed and fell back into a dreamless sleep.
Later that evening, in Port Royale, Elizabeth and Will walked along the beach, happy just to be in each other's company and talking of the things young lovers are wont to. Darkness was beginning to fall over the beach and Elizabeth was about to suggest that they turn back when she saw something strange washed up on the shore.
"It couldn't be.." she began.
"No," answered Will, laughing, "we saw him board the Pearl, remember? It's probably a pile of driftwood, but we should look just in case." Will was partially right. It was a pile of driftwood but it was a plank of driftwood with a person - a woman - lying on it, unconscious. "Is she..?" asked Elizabeth quietly. Will bent and checked to see if the woman was breathing. "She's alive but just barely. She probably needs water and soon. Can we take her to your house?" Elizabeth nodded. Will bent again to gather the woman in his arms and they headed quickly to Governor Swann's house.
Celeste woke up to warm daylight falling across her face, pleasant and completely unlike the harsh sunlight that had been beating down on her day after day. The first thing that she noticed was that her mouth didn't feel unbearably dry any more. Then she realized that her feet were completely dry as was the rest of her. Next, she tried to open her eyes. That didn't hurt anymore either; however, what she saw then astonished her. She lay on her back in a handsome four-poster canopy bed. Drapes were pulled almost shut across the big bay windows letting only enough sun to pleasantly light the room.
"Where am I?" she thought, "and how in God's name did I get here?"
She pushed aside the voluminous comforter that covered her, sat up, and noticed that instead of her usual baggy pants, loose blouse and bandanna holding back her hair, she wore a simple but elegant dressing gown and her hair was loose and brushed. Frowning in confusion she stood and walked across the room to the window. "Good, that didn't hurt either. I can make a quick getaway if I need to. Though to where I don't know." She pulled back the drapes and stared out the window. It took her eyes a moment to adjust to the brilliant sunlight - it was almost midday - but soon she could see the entire layout of the port from her position at the window. She studied it for a while before it registered in her memory. She knew this place! It was Port Royale! A major port of Her Majesty's Navy! And a huge commotion was going on in the harbor area, dozens of red-coated men loading the largest ship. "Great. What a wonderful place for a pirate to be shipwrecked. My luck continues to improve. At least they haven't noticed the medallion." She reached for the gold pendant hanging from a gold chain around her neck rubbing it's rough surface. On both sides, the pendant had an engraved skull and crossbones. It was the only thing she had that she could use against Barbosa now that she had heard what the curse had done to him. If she ever ran into him. Ten years she had been sailing the Caribbean on her ship and not once had she run into the Pearl. To some pirates, that would've been a dream come true but to Celeste it was pure frustration.
But there was no more time for such thoughts. "Redcoats or no redcoats. I have to leave here and fast. Now to find my clothes." Look as she would though, she couldn't find any sign of her old attire. Then the door to the bedroom opened, interrupting her search.
"Oh good!" Elizabeth exclaimed at seeing the other woman up and about, "I was hoping you'd be awake by now." She shut the door behind her and set the tray of food she was carrying on a small table. Celeste watched her carefully. "Do they know I'm a pirate?" she wondered.
"Please sit down and eat," Elizabeth went on, "You must be famished!"
Celeste sat, still watching Elizabeth, picked up a fork but did not eat. "Who are you?" she asked.
"I rather think I should be asking the questions!" said Elizabeth laughing, "My name is Elizabeth Swann. I'm the daughter of Governor Swann. This is our home."
"So we are in Port Royale. I thought as much."
Elizabeth nodded, "May I ask your name then?"
"Most call me Celeste."
"You don't have a last name?"
"'T'was supposed to be Sparrow," she thought, but aloud only said, "No."
A slightly puzzled look appeared on Elizabeth's face but it disappeared when she noticed that Celeste had yet to take a bite of the food. "Please, don't let my talking stop you from eating. I know you have to be starving!"
Celeste let her gaze linger on the younger woman a second more and then began to eat. The food was good. Better than anything she'd ever had on her ship. She would miss the Nereid but not its food. She ate in silence for several minutes before asking, to make conversation, "What's all the commotion down at the docks for?"
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Commodore Norrington is going pirate- hunting. He wishes to be remembered as the man who caught Captain Jack Sparrow not the one who let him escape."
Celeste's eyes widened and she gasped. "Oh my God! Did she just say what I think she did? It's not possible. Not even imaginable. It can't be him. Or can it.?"
"D..did you say Jack Sparrow?"
Elizabeth didn't notice the surprise and incredulity in the other woman's eyes and cheerfully went on. "Oh yes, Will (my fiancée) and I had quite the adventure very recently with Jack. As a matter of fact, he only left yesterday, a few hours before we found you."
"A few hours? Can I really have missed him by only that much? But the curse. What about Barbosa and the Pearl?"
This time, Elizabeth noticed that her guest was lost in a perplexing train of thought. She gently laid her hand on Celeste's arm. "Are you ok?"
Celeste shoook her head, trying to clear her mind. "Fine, just fine," she answered, "Tell me more about this adventure."
Elizabeth happily obliged, filling in her strange visitor about her, Will and Jack's escapades ending the curse and restoring Jack to his ship. When she had finished, Celeste murmured, "Yes.then I suppose.it must be him!"
"Who?" asked Elizabeth, her brow furrowed trying to make sense of this unusual woman's words, "Jack? or Barbosa?"
"Both," she said sharply as if issuing back into reality, "One I loved and the other's grave I would spit on if he had one."
"I'm going to hope Barbosa was the latter and if I'm right, he does have a grave to spit on."
"Not possible."
"What?"
"Not possible. The curse, it's not ended."
"You're mistaken. It is. I saw Barbosa die myself."
"It is you who is mistaken," said Celeste looking Elizabeth calmly in the eye, "The curse is not ended or if it was it was only before this touched the water." With those words she reached for the medallion she wore around her neck. Elizabeth gasped. The medallion was no simple piece of pirate gold. It was a piece of the Aztec treasure.
A/N: Remember, please review! Any and all comments are rejoiced over!
