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few days so I won't be able to update till Saturday night. Even so, please
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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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"So, you want to tell me how we're going to steal - excuse me, commandeer - a ship, manage to sail it with just the two of us after the fastest ship in the Caribbean while evading bloody Norrington as well as finding that damned island, not to mention killing several dozen undead pirates?"
"Two of us, Will Turner?" Elizabeth interrupted his tirade, "There will be three. I do plan on going!"
"Elizabeth, you can't go with us! God only knows all the things that could happen to you. I cannot allow you to put yourself in t hat danger."
"You are not my husband yet, Will, and I'll go if I wish. Jack is my friend as well as yours!"
"I would have expected more of ye, lad, what with all Elizabeth's told me about ye on your last adventure." Both Will and Elizabeth turned to Celeste. "When does the ship leave?"
"You mean the one the Commadore plans to sail in?"
"Yup."
"Tomorrow morning. Dawn."
"Then it's settled. We board tonight."
At midnight that night, a lone lifeboat set out from the dock and slowly and silently headed for the Dauntless. Three black cloaked figures climbed aboard, escaping the eyes of the guards and crept down into the hold. The lifeboat sank quietly as it began to fill with water seeping through the holes bored in it.
The Pearl continued to sail through the night blackened waters of the Caribbean on course for Isle de Muerta. Jack had holed himself up in his cabin. His entire crew hadn't seen him since last night. Instead of his usual half-drunk, droll grin was a look of fear. He paced in his cabin, back and forth, back and forth. Every so often , he stopped and nervously extended his hand to the patch of moonlight that his windows let in, hoping that it wouldn't be true. Then, the fear in his eyes would grow as he watched his hand turn from flesh to bone. He snatched it back quickly and resumed pacing.
"How could this happen? Those nights, between the fight and last night, nothing! Why now? God damn it, I wish I'd never picked up the bloody coin!"
Unconsciously, his hand hovered over the spot where Barbosa had stabbed him. The wound that would have been fatal had he not taken the coin.
"I hope ye're happy in hell, Barbosa! You and all the rest of yer scurvy mutineers!"
He reached for the bottle of rum standing on a table. Beside it and on the floor were littered several other identical bottles.
"Only one thing for it, I s'pose. Full speed to Isle de Muerta to find out what in bloody hell went wrong!"
Port Royale was full of the sounds of goodbyes and good lucks for the redcoats departing on the Dauntless after the infamous Jack Sparrow. Food, drink and other provisions had been stowed the day before so no one noticed the three extra guests. Governor Swann did wonder where his daughter and that young blacksmith were. He thought she would have at least come to bid the Commodore farewell - there was still time to change her mind after all. The three stowaways listened silently to the noises above them. Eventually, they felt the lurch as the ship was loosened from her moorings and set sail.
"Best settle down to sleep for a while," whispered Celeste, "We won't strike for a while."
By late afternoon, the Dauntless had made good time. Port Royale was lost far behind in the distance. Norrington surveyed his men with satisfaction. Yes, everything was running smoothly. With luck and skill, they would catch the pirate and this time no arrogant young blacksmith was going to save him. With one last glance, he turned from his position on the upper platform and headed back to his cabin. Closing the door, he poured himself a glass of choice wine he had thought to bring and was just about to put the glass to his lips when he felt cold steel touch his throat. He stiffened.
"Commodore, I am truly sorry," a sarcastic voice said, "but I am afraid I am going to need your ship."
His eyes flickered down . At his throat was a sword, the blade just millimeters from his neck. He tried to regain the upper hand.
"And what are you planning to do? One person cannot sail this ship."
"Mayhap one ordinary person cannot but one pirate captain and a few redcoats can - with your help."
"What makes you think I'll help you?"
"I think you will, commodore. I think you will. After all, we're going in your direction and I have a small business proposition for you."
"I will not accept any proposition from a pirate!"
"Why don't you be a nice redcoat and listen to me proposal first, savvy? Just drop the sword and pistol to the floor and I'll move me sword."
Norrington did as his captor said, hoping to take advantage of a weak spot if he could find one. The sword was removed from his throat and he heard his sword and gun being kicked across the room. "All right now mate, just turn around slowly and sit on that nice big comfy bed o'yours." Again, the commodore obeyed the order. His eyes widened in shock as he saw his attacker. Celeste stood before him, sword in her right hand, gun in her left pointing straight at Norrington.
""What I want redcoat, is for you to order all but two men into the lifeboats. Port Royale's only a day away - they'll make it fine. Don't worry, we'll give 'em water and such. Then I want you and your two men to help me sail to Isla de Muerta. Or, I could always kill you."
"Nice try pirate, but I'm afraid I shall have to refuse. I think I have the upper hand here. Think about the odds you are up against." "The odds are great I'll admit but I have one card I haven't played yet. I hear you have a fondness for a certain lass back at the Port." The commodore stiffened at this remark and Celeste smiled to herself at this. "Good," she thought, "Hit a nerve." Aloud, she continued without missing a beat. "You see, if you don't do as I say, she's going to join the nice row of pirates you've got strung up out there, savvy?"
"Your men would never get to Elizabeth!"
"Men? Did I say men? No, didn't think so. You'd be surprised who's going to do the job." She laughed maliciously.
"Even if you had someone that could get past the entire fort, you would never be able to relay a message to them from the brig."
She laughed again, "That's where you're wrong redcoat. If'n I don't give 'em the signal they're waitin' for, there's a small fast ship waiting to take the news direct back to Port Royale. You'd never catch 'em."
The commodore's brow furrowed as he digested this information. He didn't want to believe it - couldn't believe it. But the damned pirate seemed so convincing. And she had to have had it planned, otherwise, how'd she end up on the ship? She wouldn't have come alone without a plan. After some moments, he looked back up into the barrel of Celeste's gun.
"So redcoat, what's it gonna be?"
He took a deep breath. This was going to ruin his career. But Elizabeth was worth it. "I'll do as you say."
Thanks to the soldier's training of complete obedience to authority and to Norrington's efficiency, the soldiers were off the ship and into the lifeboats in only a few hours. The two men the commodore had chosen pulled up the anchor and the Dauntless resumed her voyage with Celeste at the helm. She sauntered over to the commodore and his men (whose swords and guns had been removed). The commodore removed his head from his hands where he had silently been contemplating what to do now that his life and reputation were ruined.
"Commodore," said Celeste with a smile, "I'd like to introduce ye to my companions. Instead o' sailing off to kill the fair Elizabeth, they decided to come aboard and help."
Confusion was written all over the poor commodore's face. "What.how? There's been no ship drawn up all day!"
"Aye, they've been here all along!" As if on cue two figures appeared. Norrington stared, his eyes bugging out of his head. The two men looked on frightened at their commander's appearance. He looked like a man recently gone insane.
"Meet Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann, commodore!"
Norrington spluttered and attempted to speak but no words came out. Eventually he stopped trying and simply let his head fall into his hands again.
"Did you have to be so cruel, Celeste?" asked Elizabeth in a low voice, "Couldn't you have thought of a different bluff?"
Celeste turned in disbelief to the younger woman. "A different bluff? What did you want me to say to the man, lass? Hi, my name's Celeste and I'm a pirate. Can me and my two friends take over yer ship so we can sail to end a curse and save another pirate's life? This isn't cruel. This is kindness compared to what that damned Barbosa and his bloody crew will do to the Pearl's crew if they can. I know Barbosa and I know pirates so don't you talk to me about cruelty!" She stormed off toward the upper deck.
Elizabeth turned to Will. "I didn't mean."
"I know you didn't but think about her point of view right now. She's facing the possibility of losing Jack to Barbosa again after she's just found out he's alive. I would have tricked Norrington a thousand times if it would've helped me get you back."
Elizabeth smiled. "You're right, Will. It was only common sense using me against the commodore. After all, he does have a reason to be jealous!"
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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"So, you want to tell me how we're going to steal - excuse me, commandeer - a ship, manage to sail it with just the two of us after the fastest ship in the Caribbean while evading bloody Norrington as well as finding that damned island, not to mention killing several dozen undead pirates?"
"Two of us, Will Turner?" Elizabeth interrupted his tirade, "There will be three. I do plan on going!"
"Elizabeth, you can't go with us! God only knows all the things that could happen to you. I cannot allow you to put yourself in t hat danger."
"You are not my husband yet, Will, and I'll go if I wish. Jack is my friend as well as yours!"
"I would have expected more of ye, lad, what with all Elizabeth's told me about ye on your last adventure." Both Will and Elizabeth turned to Celeste. "When does the ship leave?"
"You mean the one the Commadore plans to sail in?"
"Yup."
"Tomorrow morning. Dawn."
"Then it's settled. We board tonight."
At midnight that night, a lone lifeboat set out from the dock and slowly and silently headed for the Dauntless. Three black cloaked figures climbed aboard, escaping the eyes of the guards and crept down into the hold. The lifeboat sank quietly as it began to fill with water seeping through the holes bored in it.
The Pearl continued to sail through the night blackened waters of the Caribbean on course for Isle de Muerta. Jack had holed himself up in his cabin. His entire crew hadn't seen him since last night. Instead of his usual half-drunk, droll grin was a look of fear. He paced in his cabin, back and forth, back and forth. Every so often , he stopped and nervously extended his hand to the patch of moonlight that his windows let in, hoping that it wouldn't be true. Then, the fear in his eyes would grow as he watched his hand turn from flesh to bone. He snatched it back quickly and resumed pacing.
"How could this happen? Those nights, between the fight and last night, nothing! Why now? God damn it, I wish I'd never picked up the bloody coin!"
Unconsciously, his hand hovered over the spot where Barbosa had stabbed him. The wound that would have been fatal had he not taken the coin.
"I hope ye're happy in hell, Barbosa! You and all the rest of yer scurvy mutineers!"
He reached for the bottle of rum standing on a table. Beside it and on the floor were littered several other identical bottles.
"Only one thing for it, I s'pose. Full speed to Isle de Muerta to find out what in bloody hell went wrong!"
Port Royale was full of the sounds of goodbyes and good lucks for the redcoats departing on the Dauntless after the infamous Jack Sparrow. Food, drink and other provisions had been stowed the day before so no one noticed the three extra guests. Governor Swann did wonder where his daughter and that young blacksmith were. He thought she would have at least come to bid the Commodore farewell - there was still time to change her mind after all. The three stowaways listened silently to the noises above them. Eventually, they felt the lurch as the ship was loosened from her moorings and set sail.
"Best settle down to sleep for a while," whispered Celeste, "We won't strike for a while."
By late afternoon, the Dauntless had made good time. Port Royale was lost far behind in the distance. Norrington surveyed his men with satisfaction. Yes, everything was running smoothly. With luck and skill, they would catch the pirate and this time no arrogant young blacksmith was going to save him. With one last glance, he turned from his position on the upper platform and headed back to his cabin. Closing the door, he poured himself a glass of choice wine he had thought to bring and was just about to put the glass to his lips when he felt cold steel touch his throat. He stiffened.
"Commodore, I am truly sorry," a sarcastic voice said, "but I am afraid I am going to need your ship."
His eyes flickered down . At his throat was a sword, the blade just millimeters from his neck. He tried to regain the upper hand.
"And what are you planning to do? One person cannot sail this ship."
"Mayhap one ordinary person cannot but one pirate captain and a few redcoats can - with your help."
"What makes you think I'll help you?"
"I think you will, commodore. I think you will. After all, we're going in your direction and I have a small business proposition for you."
"I will not accept any proposition from a pirate!"
"Why don't you be a nice redcoat and listen to me proposal first, savvy? Just drop the sword and pistol to the floor and I'll move me sword."
Norrington did as his captor said, hoping to take advantage of a weak spot if he could find one. The sword was removed from his throat and he heard his sword and gun being kicked across the room. "All right now mate, just turn around slowly and sit on that nice big comfy bed o'yours." Again, the commodore obeyed the order. His eyes widened in shock as he saw his attacker. Celeste stood before him, sword in her right hand, gun in her left pointing straight at Norrington.
""What I want redcoat, is for you to order all but two men into the lifeboats. Port Royale's only a day away - they'll make it fine. Don't worry, we'll give 'em water and such. Then I want you and your two men to help me sail to Isla de Muerta. Or, I could always kill you."
"Nice try pirate, but I'm afraid I shall have to refuse. I think I have the upper hand here. Think about the odds you are up against." "The odds are great I'll admit but I have one card I haven't played yet. I hear you have a fondness for a certain lass back at the Port." The commodore stiffened at this remark and Celeste smiled to herself at this. "Good," she thought, "Hit a nerve." Aloud, she continued without missing a beat. "You see, if you don't do as I say, she's going to join the nice row of pirates you've got strung up out there, savvy?"
"Your men would never get to Elizabeth!"
"Men? Did I say men? No, didn't think so. You'd be surprised who's going to do the job." She laughed maliciously.
"Even if you had someone that could get past the entire fort, you would never be able to relay a message to them from the brig."
She laughed again, "That's where you're wrong redcoat. If'n I don't give 'em the signal they're waitin' for, there's a small fast ship waiting to take the news direct back to Port Royale. You'd never catch 'em."
The commodore's brow furrowed as he digested this information. He didn't want to believe it - couldn't believe it. But the damned pirate seemed so convincing. And she had to have had it planned, otherwise, how'd she end up on the ship? She wouldn't have come alone without a plan. After some moments, he looked back up into the barrel of Celeste's gun.
"So redcoat, what's it gonna be?"
He took a deep breath. This was going to ruin his career. But Elizabeth was worth it. "I'll do as you say."
Thanks to the soldier's training of complete obedience to authority and to Norrington's efficiency, the soldiers were off the ship and into the lifeboats in only a few hours. The two men the commodore had chosen pulled up the anchor and the Dauntless resumed her voyage with Celeste at the helm. She sauntered over to the commodore and his men (whose swords and guns had been removed). The commodore removed his head from his hands where he had silently been contemplating what to do now that his life and reputation were ruined.
"Commodore," said Celeste with a smile, "I'd like to introduce ye to my companions. Instead o' sailing off to kill the fair Elizabeth, they decided to come aboard and help."
Confusion was written all over the poor commodore's face. "What.how? There's been no ship drawn up all day!"
"Aye, they've been here all along!" As if on cue two figures appeared. Norrington stared, his eyes bugging out of his head. The two men looked on frightened at their commander's appearance. He looked like a man recently gone insane.
"Meet Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann, commodore!"
Norrington spluttered and attempted to speak but no words came out. Eventually he stopped trying and simply let his head fall into his hands again.
"Did you have to be so cruel, Celeste?" asked Elizabeth in a low voice, "Couldn't you have thought of a different bluff?"
Celeste turned in disbelief to the younger woman. "A different bluff? What did you want me to say to the man, lass? Hi, my name's Celeste and I'm a pirate. Can me and my two friends take over yer ship so we can sail to end a curse and save another pirate's life? This isn't cruel. This is kindness compared to what that damned Barbosa and his bloody crew will do to the Pearl's crew if they can. I know Barbosa and I know pirates so don't you talk to me about cruelty!" She stormed off toward the upper deck.
Elizabeth turned to Will. "I didn't mean."
"I know you didn't but think about her point of view right now. She's facing the possibility of losing Jack to Barbosa again after she's just found out he's alive. I would have tricked Norrington a thousand times if it would've helped me get you back."
Elizabeth smiled. "You're right, Will. It was only common sense using me against the commodore. After all, he does have a reason to be jealous!"
A/N: Remember, please review! Any and all comments are rejoiced over!
