A/N: Another big thanks to those of y'all that reviewed! Every comment is
appreciated. Oh yeah, Jack finally makes an appearance in this chapter!
Enjoy y'all!
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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Let me get this straight," said Will, "You're a pirate. You knew - you.loved - Jack Sparrow. And you have a piece of the cursed treasure."
Celeste nodded. She, Elizabeth and Will sat in the drawing room of the governor's house. Governor Swann had conveniently left and Elizabeth had sent all the servants away. Celeste was now wearing her preferred lose pants and blouse, complete with a leather belt and sword that Will had provided as her old one had been lost I the shipwreck.
"Could you please explain, then, how Barbosa managed to die?" Will continued.
"I'm actually not too clear on that myself. I don't specialize in ancient curses, you know. The only thing I can figure is that one of the pieces that got put back was a fake - albeit a very, very good fake - and the, well, whatever knows that the pieces are back, didn't know it."
"But how could it not?"
"Patience, Turner, patience. I'm getting' to that part! The, uh, curse thing, didn't know that this piece existed so it accepted the fake. Remember what Elzabeth sad about how the gold touching the water made the sea almost swell? This medallion never touched the sea until my shipwreck. It wasn't until then that the curse thing knew there was a fake. So the curse has been re-engaged."
Will looked reasonably satisfied with that argument but Elizabeth had a frightened look on her face. "Will, this means Jack's in trouble."
"How do you mean?"
"All the cursed pirates. The Commodore left their bodies on the island. If Celeste is right, and it sounds like she is, they aren't dead anymore. And Jack is heading back to that island."
Realization of this simple fact dawned on both Will and Celeste's faces.
"Then there's only one thing we can do," said Will.
"What?" asked Elizabeth.
"Steal a ship and help Jack!" "Back to pirating! Finally!" Celeste grinned, "The word is commandeer, Will, commandeer. Nautical term, savvy?" Will rolled his eyes and laughed. This woman definitely knew Jack Sparrow. There was no doubt.
Meanwhile, many leagues away and oblivious to any and all revelations about the resurgence of ancient curses and lost lovers, Jack Sparrow was happily navigating his beloved Pearl back to a certain island where certain riches awaited him and his crew. The sun was setting fiery red in the cloudless Caribbean sky. It was a beautiful sight and Jack sighed as he enjoyed his newfound freedom. "I was right when I told the lass that a ship is freedom. Nothin' can possibly compare to the feelin' of skimmin' along on the open ocean."
The sun had now sunk below the horizon and twinkling stars began to appear in the sky. Reluctantly, Jack relinquished the wheel and headed to his cabin for some well-deserved rum. A while later, he reemerged back on deck, holding a bottle and weaving back and forth both from the rum and his usual habit. At first he didn't notice the horrified looks his crew gave him and how they shrank back but when rum splashed on his boots from a mouthful he knew he had swallowed, he knew something was wrong. Slowly he focused his eyes on the hand that was holding the bottle. However, it was not a normal hand but a skeletal one. The bottle dropped from his hand and fell with a crash onto the deck. Then Jack turned and ran back into his cabin.
Ana-maria was the only one of the crew who dared to follow him. Fearful, she peered into the cabin and was relieved to see the captain as his normal self. She entered cautiously and whispered, "Jack, what was that? What in hell did we see?"
Jack raised his head from his hands and stared at Ana-maria, "The curse. It's not broken. It's come back."
Even further away, on the island, the blood vanished from the wounds on the dozens of bodies that lay there. Gashes closed up and lacerations healed. Slowly the dead began to awaken. Blinking and stretching, they rose, wondering what had happened and why they were alive again. Barbosa himself stood and looked up in amazement at his newly risen crew. Then, almost frightened at the expected result, he stretched out his hand to a patch of moonlight filtering into the cave. The fleshy hand transformed immediately into bone and an evil smile crossed Barbosa's face. The monkey jumped to his shoulder and chattered in his ear. Other than that sound there was silence.
"Gentlemen," Barbosa addressed his crew, "welcome back! Hopefully, we will be able to extend that welcome to a dear friend of ours very soon. I believe you know who I am talking about."
A tall, thin crew member with an odd wooden eye spoke up, "How d'you know 'e'll be back, Capn'?"
"Oh, I know he will. What pirate can resist this treasure?" He gestured to the wealth piled up around him. "And he arrives, gentlemen, he will be a deadman. Literally!"
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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Let me get this straight," said Will, "You're a pirate. You knew - you.loved - Jack Sparrow. And you have a piece of the cursed treasure."
Celeste nodded. She, Elizabeth and Will sat in the drawing room of the governor's house. Governor Swann had conveniently left and Elizabeth had sent all the servants away. Celeste was now wearing her preferred lose pants and blouse, complete with a leather belt and sword that Will had provided as her old one had been lost I the shipwreck.
"Could you please explain, then, how Barbosa managed to die?" Will continued.
"I'm actually not too clear on that myself. I don't specialize in ancient curses, you know. The only thing I can figure is that one of the pieces that got put back was a fake - albeit a very, very good fake - and the, well, whatever knows that the pieces are back, didn't know it."
"But how could it not?"
"Patience, Turner, patience. I'm getting' to that part! The, uh, curse thing, didn't know that this piece existed so it accepted the fake. Remember what Elzabeth sad about how the gold touching the water made the sea almost swell? This medallion never touched the sea until my shipwreck. It wasn't until then that the curse thing knew there was a fake. So the curse has been re-engaged."
Will looked reasonably satisfied with that argument but Elizabeth had a frightened look on her face. "Will, this means Jack's in trouble."
"How do you mean?"
"All the cursed pirates. The Commodore left their bodies on the island. If Celeste is right, and it sounds like she is, they aren't dead anymore. And Jack is heading back to that island."
Realization of this simple fact dawned on both Will and Celeste's faces.
"Then there's only one thing we can do," said Will.
"What?" asked Elizabeth.
"Steal a ship and help Jack!" "Back to pirating! Finally!" Celeste grinned, "The word is commandeer, Will, commandeer. Nautical term, savvy?" Will rolled his eyes and laughed. This woman definitely knew Jack Sparrow. There was no doubt.
Meanwhile, many leagues away and oblivious to any and all revelations about the resurgence of ancient curses and lost lovers, Jack Sparrow was happily navigating his beloved Pearl back to a certain island where certain riches awaited him and his crew. The sun was setting fiery red in the cloudless Caribbean sky. It was a beautiful sight and Jack sighed as he enjoyed his newfound freedom. "I was right when I told the lass that a ship is freedom. Nothin' can possibly compare to the feelin' of skimmin' along on the open ocean."
The sun had now sunk below the horizon and twinkling stars began to appear in the sky. Reluctantly, Jack relinquished the wheel and headed to his cabin for some well-deserved rum. A while later, he reemerged back on deck, holding a bottle and weaving back and forth both from the rum and his usual habit. At first he didn't notice the horrified looks his crew gave him and how they shrank back but when rum splashed on his boots from a mouthful he knew he had swallowed, he knew something was wrong. Slowly he focused his eyes on the hand that was holding the bottle. However, it was not a normal hand but a skeletal one. The bottle dropped from his hand and fell with a crash onto the deck. Then Jack turned and ran back into his cabin.
Ana-maria was the only one of the crew who dared to follow him. Fearful, she peered into the cabin and was relieved to see the captain as his normal self. She entered cautiously and whispered, "Jack, what was that? What in hell did we see?"
Jack raised his head from his hands and stared at Ana-maria, "The curse. It's not broken. It's come back."
Even further away, on the island, the blood vanished from the wounds on the dozens of bodies that lay there. Gashes closed up and lacerations healed. Slowly the dead began to awaken. Blinking and stretching, they rose, wondering what had happened and why they were alive again. Barbosa himself stood and looked up in amazement at his newly risen crew. Then, almost frightened at the expected result, he stretched out his hand to a patch of moonlight filtering into the cave. The fleshy hand transformed immediately into bone and an evil smile crossed Barbosa's face. The monkey jumped to his shoulder and chattered in his ear. Other than that sound there was silence.
"Gentlemen," Barbosa addressed his crew, "welcome back! Hopefully, we will be able to extend that welcome to a dear friend of ours very soon. I believe you know who I am talking about."
A tall, thin crew member with an odd wooden eye spoke up, "How d'you know 'e'll be back, Capn'?"
"Oh, I know he will. What pirate can resist this treasure?" He gestured to the wealth piled up around him. "And he arrives, gentlemen, he will be a deadman. Literally!"
A/N: Remember, please review! Any and all comments are rejoiced over!
