A/N: Hi again! 'Tis me! Still thankful for my wonderful reviewers!! I'm sorry to any Norrington lovers out there (if there are any - who can love anyone who hates Jack? lol!) if I made him a little mean in this chapter but it was necessary! Please read and I hope y'all enjoy!!

1. Oh yeah! I've noticed that italics on my computer don't show up on
fanfiction.net (If any of ya'll know how to make that work please
let me know!!) For now I've decided to use dashes to represent
thoughts.
/../ denotes thoughts
* * * * denotes a flashback

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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Norrington stared aghast at the island looming in the distance. /"We are headed back there?"/ He shook his head. /"But of course. Except for Ms. Swann, these are pirates sailing my ship. That woman and the blacksmith!"/ He growled to himself, staring at the rapidly approaching island. The sound of roguish laughter beside him made him cringe.
"Now redcoat, we wouldn't wanna be shirkin' our duties, now would we?"
"I would be shirking my duties, pirate, if I did anything you told me."
"Tsk, tsk," said Celeste, as she let her hand drift down to the pistol shoved into the makeshift belt around her waist and looking meaningfully in Elizabeth's direction, "That isn't anyway to talk to your captain, is it?"
"You wouldn't kill her. I've seen the way you three talk. She regards you as her friend though God only knows why!"
"Aye, you're correct in that redcoat. I won't kill the lass. However, you and yer men are a different story. Did you really think I was gonna sail right back into the port and give you yer ship back?" Norrington stared hard at her and then turned away to help his men. Celeste watched him go and smiled. She and Will could've handled the vessel on their own, albeit with difficulty, but the commodore and his men would be extremely useful later. /"Only a few more hours 'till that son of a bitch dies!"/

Celeste scanned the horizon from the crow's nest. Isle de Muerta was very close now. The ocean around was all clear except for a small black shape on one side of the island. She squinted her eyes at it for a moment and then realized what it was. Quickly she climbed down from her perch seizing a rope about halfway down and dropping quickly to the deck, landing with a hollow thud.
"Redcoat!" she yelled, issuing orders with a quick efficiency, "tack the Dauntless to port. There's a ship on the island's starboard side and I don't want us noticed!"
Norrington briefly entertained the thought of directly disobeying her orders and tacking right instead of left but dismissed the thought from his mind. He was rather too fond of his own life.
Will and Elizabeth stepped out on deck from down below. "What now, Cap'n?" he asked.
"We anchor on the left side of the island and have ourselves a look see inside. Unless I'm much mistaken, that's the Pearl anchored o'er there and that's either very good or very bad."

The lifeboat drifted silently into the small cave entrance pulled along by muffled oars. Celeste squinted, trying to see into the inky darkness of the cave. The air was getting steadily colder and the gold medallion hanging around her neck felt like ice. Then she felt something even colder - the feel of cold steel against her throat. She swiftly held up her hand, signaling for an end to rowing. The paddles quieted but the sword remained in place. A voice issued out of the darkness, gruff but with a distinct feminine edge,
"Tell me yer name or my sword will taste yer blood."
Not wanting to argue with an opponent she couldn't see, Celeste decided the only option was to answer. "I be Captain Celeste, formerly of the Neried now of the Dauntless."
Norrington stiffened at her last words but with them, the sword was removed. The voice spoke again but this time, it's feminine sound was much more pronounced, "Celeste? The same Celeste that sailed on the Black Pearl ten years ago?"
Inwardly, Celeste breathed a sigh of relief. It had taken some anxious moments if recall but she remembered the voice and this last statement confirmed it. "Cap'n Celeste if'n ye don't mind. Ana-maria! 'Tis good to hear ye again! Can't really say see, ya know?"
"Come this way a bit." Gingerly, Celeste stepped out of the lifeboat towards the direction the voice had come and felt dry rock beneath her feet. The others followed suit. Elizabeth gently tugged at Celeste's sleeve and whispered, "How do you know Ana-maria?"
Celeste grinned though Elizabeth couldn't see. "Aye, Ana got herself to be a real fixture at Tortuga a'fore I left. Always wantin' to sail on some ship or other but none o' the piraet's would have it. They have a little saying, see. Women on ships is bad luck. I suppose I'm livin' proof o' that."
The little company blinked as daylight streaming in from an opening in the tunnel roof suddenly assaulted their eyes. Will was the first to recover.
"What's the situation, Ana-maria? Celeste says she saw the Pearl anchored at the island."
"The situation, Will Turner, is that the curse is back and no one knows why. We sailed here to find an answer and Barbosa and the old crew were waiting for us. The Pearl's crew is dead, every last one of 'em 'cept me 'n Jack. Only reason I'm not dead is I managed to his in 'ere and the only reason Jack ain't is the damned curse. Look, ye can see for yerselves if'n ye want." She motioned further up the passage.
Celeste walked slowly up it followed closely by Will and the others. A small window opened in the rock looking down into the main chamber. Celeste put her eye to it and gasped at what she saw. Bodies littered the cave floor and dried blood was splattered all over the riches piled around. Some of the bodies still clutched swords but others had fallen face forwards onto the ground, struck before they had a chance to draw. In her ten years of pirating, Celeste had never seen a sight like this. Will turned from his view with a stern, harsh look on his face. Elizabeth looked very pale and even Norrington had a look of shock on his face.
"They didn't even move the bodies!" whispered Celeste in disgust, "Cursed and damned though that crew is, they could've afforded the dead that much respect."
"Aye," Ana-maria agreed, "I've been 'ere three days and I've not found a better view. Not one finger have they laid to even straighten things."
"It is a horrible sight." Elizabeth put in.
"So, pirate," spoke up Norrington suddenly, "what's your dashing plan now? The Pearl's crew dead as they deserve, a host of undead pirates who'd love to kill you and you long lost lover taken captive by them?"
"How did you know that?" she growled menacingly.
The commodore either didn't notice or didn't care that the look she was giving him most closely resembled the look a smake gives its prey before it strikes and continued. "Did you think no one heard you that night you decided to sample my wine? I heard every word you mumbled in your drunken sleep! A worthless pirate and his little whore, how charming!"
Before Norrington could react, Celeste had whipped the pistol out from her belt and bashed him across the jaw with the barrel. She advanced on the man lying sprawled on the floor of the cave, blood seeping down his face.
"Don't you dare mock me, redcoat! If I didn't need your worthless hide alive for insurance, I'd slit your miserable whining throat right now! I'll spare you this time. After all, we all must 'ave some pity in us and 'tis a sad thing when fools mock what they can't have!"
She glared at Norrington a moment more and then back to Ana-maria. "What's happening out there then, mate? Ye've been watching." Her words were lighthearted but Elizabeth could see that it was a front. The commodore's words had touched a chord but whether it was 'long lost lover taken captive' or 'worthless little whore' she didn't know. The small sparks of pain in the pirate captiness's eyes led her to believe the former though.
"It was three days ago they attacked us. They've been waitin' round a while having they're 'fun' with Jack. Course they cain't kill'im but that hasn't stopped 'em from practicin' their swordplay. They're getting' ready to ship off now, lookin' for what'er it 'tis that keeps the curse."
"They won't 'ave to look far then." Ana-maria's eyes grew wide as she looked at the gold medallion. Quickly, Celeste explained what had happened and why the curse wasn't broken.
"So we seem to have but one choice, mates." she finished, "We've gotta make sure they come back 'ere, and we've gotta get Jack outta their hands a'fore we break the curse. Now, since we're facin' a ship load o' undead pirates, I'm seein' that one way."
"Join the curse ourselves," whispered Will, half to himself.
"Right on, lad. We take the gold, I scuttle onto the Pearl and you four stay here to guard this." She unhooked the chain around her neck and tossed the medallion to Will. "Hide it somewhere good 'till I get back, lad."
Will nodded, "But how can we be sure they'll come back here?"
"The gold calls to them, Will." Elizabeth spoke, "They can feel it. That's how they found me in Port Royal."
Celeste nodded in assent, "All right Ana-maria, what's my time-frame? Can ye get us to the close enough to the gold without being seen?"
"I've heard 'em say they plan to leave at dusk and aye, that I can Celeste. Come, we've got no time too lose."

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