A/N: Wow y'all, sorry for the updating delay! These last few days I've had a calculus test, two away tennis matches, a history paper and the inevitable college apps. And of course, last night when I tried to post this, my computer spazzed and it wouldn't let me. Ah well, I 've got good and bad news for you. Bad first - this is, sadly, the last chapter in my fic. The ending might seem a little sappy for y'all but don't bother flaming me about it. I like it the way it is. Good news - my muses appear to be at work and I have an idea for a new story. I should have the first chapter up in a day or two provided the computer stays sane. Anyways, I know y'all would rather read my story than listen to me ramble on so, here 'tis!

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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Will could scarcely believe his eyes at the small group exiting the caves in the lifeboat. He had been furious with Norrington for forcing them to actually go back to the ship and even more so when the commodore ordered the two navymen to guard them while he went back himself. It was three against two but the soldiers had guns which didn't put the odds in the 'prisoners' favor. Will, guided by his anger, had assumed that Norrington meant to make sure that Jack and Celeste died as well inside Isle de Muerta and now he felt guilty as he helped Norrington and Jack lift Celeste's still unconscious body aboard the ship. At their request, Elizabeth and Ana- maria examined the extent of Celeste's injuries. They both reported the same thing: the injuries were bad but like all wounds, time would heal.

Celeste was woken for the second time from unconsciousness by rays of sunlight dancing on her face. She opened her eyes and was surprised to the see the room she was in spinning around her. She closed them and waited. A few moments later she opened them again. Everything was sitting still just like it should. She could feel the rocking motion of the bed beneath her and knew she was on a ship. From the dark woodworking all around, she assumed it was the Pearl. Her head ached, but only slightly. What burned was her side. Cautiously, she removed the covers and sat up. It didn't hurt as bad as she had thought it might. She lifted up the shirt she was wearing to expose the bandage that wound around her middle. /"Could be worse."/
Now she risked a look up and smiled to see the familiar furnishings of the captain's cabin on the Pearl. Her eyes came to rest on an even more familiar figure seated across from her. Passed out in the chair with his ever present bottle of rum in his hand, was Captain Jack Sparrow.
Carefully standing, she walked over to him and lifted the bottle from his hand. Judging from the high level of rum still in it, he had passed out from exhaustion rather than drink. Shrugging, she downed the rest of the bottle and made her way to the door, deciding to let him sleep.
Her side didn't hurt that badly, especially as the rum's effects began settling in, and she could barely feel it at all as she reached the top deck and blinked in the bright sun. Her ken eyes sought out Ana-maria's lithe form in the rigging and Will's, with Elizabeth by him, at the wheel. She walked up behind them and spoke, "What's the deal, lad?"
Elizabeth jumped and exclaimed, "Celeste! You shouldn't be up and about yet!"
"Me side doesn't hurt but a little if'n that's what ye mean."
"Yes," said Elizabeth with menace, glaring at the rum bottle Celeste still held, "I wouldn't imagine it would."
Sheepishly, Celeste hid the bottle behind her back, "Well, I did learn from the best."
Will laughed. "You mean Jack. Where is he anyway? Still down in the cabin?"
"Aye. I left him passed out in a chair. Figured he needed the sleep. I wanted to know what was happenin' so I came up here."
"I thought as much. He wouldn't have let you come up by yourself. You know, he hasn't left that cabin in three days."
"Three days?"
"Aye, that's how long you've been out. But as for the rest of the story, you'll have to ask Jack. He'll be able to tell you more than I can."
Celeste nodded and began to head back down but stopped. "Where's me good friend the commodore?"
"Back aboard the Dauntless waiting our return to Isle de Muerta. He gave us one of his crewmen to help us sail to Tortuga, pick up a crew, and sail back. Then we'll give the Pearl's former crew a real burial at sea and Elizabeth and I will sail back to Port Royale on the Dauntless with him. Celeste, what you and Jack did back on the island really changed something about him. He's not the same stuck-up Norrington anymore."
Elizabeth snorted. "Ok," continued Will, "So he's still stuck up but my point is, he's not maybe as, I don't know, judgmental?"
"I think I see what ye mean Turner," said Celeste as she headed down the stairs, "he's still a bloody prig but 'e's a nice one now."

Celeste squeezed the excess water out of the cloth and placed the damp rag on Jack's forehead. He opened his eyes and focused on her.
"Ye shouldn't be up."
An expression of mock anger appeared on her face, "Why does everyone tell me that I shouldn't be up? It's beginning to get bloody annoying! I feel fine!"
"That's cause ye drank all me rum, luv," he said noticing the missing bottle, "sit down." He pulled her next to him. She winced slightly as his hand touched her cut.
"Sorry luv."
" S'allright. It's going to scar."
"Nothin' wrong with scars. They give a person character."
"Oh Jack, that's what I missed those ten years. Those daft comments you make that are absolutely crazy but make all the sense in the world." She slipped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder crying. He was about to ask her if it wasn't his dashing good looks she missed as well but thought the better of it and just held her close till she stopped.
She pulled away a bit to look him in the face and he happened to glance down to wear her sleeve had fallen away from her wrist exposing the 'P' brand of a pirate. Gently, he brushed his fingers over it. "Who did this to ye, luv? I'll kill 'em!"
She laughed softly, "Ye're too late Jack. Me crew didn't exactly appreciate their new badges so they made a visit a few months later and killed the men who did it. Besides, like you said, it gives a person character."
"I hate it when ye use me own words against me." He grinned and kissed her.
"No captain's hat to get in the way now."
"Aye, luv, but there will be as soon as we dock in Tortuga. I've got to get me ship back from that scoundrel blacksmith. I've worked to hard for it to let 'im take over."
"Jack Sparrow, you are positively the most wonderful pirate in the Spanish Main."
"Feared, luv. And the entire ocean. 'Tis the most feared pirate in the entire ocean."
"Whatever, Jack," she said as she rolled her eyes and kissed him again.

A/N: A last thank you to all of you who reviewed! I really appreciated it!