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When I wake up I am cold, shivering and wet. My ploy to let nobody find me has worked a little too well and nobody came to take me somewhere warmer. The gloom has darkened now and I can sense it is the middle of the night, probably an hour or two before dawn. The mist has cleared considerably and I can see quite far now, especially from my crow's-nest viewing point. The wind whistles around me and a cloud slides serenely over the ice-cold moon.

Looking at the moon reminds me of all the stories Will, Elizabeth and Norrington have told me about the curse of the Black Pearl a few years ago. Normally they don't scare me, but right at that moment, standing exposed in the night in front of a moon as clear as glass, with the wind making my neck tingle like someone breathing on me from behind, I feel scared. I hear a creak behind me and I scream and spin around, but it is only the mast moving in the wind. Nevertheless, I decide to go underneath deck where I feel safer.

I descend from the ladder as fast as I can and open the hatch. I climb down the ladder that leads into the cabin. Muffled breathing comes from two of the bunk beds and I can see the vague shapes of Sparrow and Will in deep sleeps. I don't want to disturb them. I move on.

I feel slightly groggy and want to splash my face with ice-cold water to wake myself up. I turn towards the washroom, but it is dark below the ship and I must take a wrong turning, because I find myself at a door I've never seen before. It isn't as elaborately decorated as the locked door from before, but little grooves in the door seem to form some kind of pattern, especially when the moonlight strikes them a different way. There is no handle on the door. I reach out my hand to push it open but it opens by itself. I hesitate, then walk in.

I have to gasp when I see its interior. Tiny, darting, flickering flames fill the room – row upon row, high up in the ribs and arches of the ceiling, in niches round the walls, in lines and patterns across the floor... a room of candles. I stare. Who has set them all out like this – who has set the room ablaze?

Entranced, I gaze at the candles for so long I don't see what is hanging from a gilt hook on the wall of the other side of the room, swinging slightly although there is no breeze, glinting faintly with the reflections of the candles. When I do see it, I don't quite believe I am. Surely, I think, surely they were all returned?

But no, my eyes do not deceive me; there it is, as gleaming and golden as ever it was when Elizabeth wore it around her neck like a medal; there it is, the pirate medallion of Aztec gold. I take a careful step toward it and suddenly the hundreds of flames all blaze threateningly, as though warning me away, but I am spellbound... I take another step and a roaring sound fills my ears, a deafening noise, yet I am sure nobody else would be able to hear it... it sounds like thousands of voices whispering in my ear in a tongue I can't understand... and they multiply and get louder and louder, until my head is swarming with them and I can't hear anything else. I clamp my hands over my ears but the voices still yell, all clamouring to send me some kind of message, but I can't understand... I can't take it. I run forward and grasp the medallion in my hand, and the voices stop, and the flames extinguish immediately, leaving me in utter darkness.

The medallion in my hand feels cold, yet burns my hand. I slip it into a pocket of my dress and feel my way to the door. It doesn't open, as I had expected it would. I push it, but it refuses to move. I give it an extra-hard shove, smashing my shoulder against the door, but it is as unmoveable as a block of iron.

Then a voice whispers again, like a leaf on a gust of wind. Other voices join in until a chorus chants in my ear: Espaï cara manhoto espaïeth yachoto. The words I cannot understand but the message is clear. They want me to leave the medallion. Cautiously, I remove it from my pocket and feel my way to the hook. The very second my hand leaves the icy metal, the candles light again, burning as brightly as before, as though they never went out.

The door opens for me and I leave, taking a last wistful glance back at the room of flame. Skull grinning, the medallion glints at me, just once, and the door closes firmly, leaving me in total obscurity, and seems to disappear. I shiver and turn away, not really knowing where I am going, enter the cabin, and run straight into Will.

"Catherine." He smiles down at me in the moonlight cast through the hatch. I can hear Sparrow's heavy breathing from behind. "Where have you been since yesterday?"

"I went up to the crow's nest," I say.

"What are you doing wandering around in the middle of the night?" he asks, but it is a question, not a reprimand.

"I couldn't sleep," I say. I consider telling him about the candle room, but it would probably be a bad idea, something that would remind him of Elizabeth and what state she could be in.

He nods serenely. "Me either." He continues to smile down at me with some look in his eyes that I can't quite find a name for.

There is a long silence. I have no idea what to say, so I say, "I found another room yesterday."

Will's smile breaks. "Did you?"

"Yes; it's down the other hatch, but it was locked," I say.

There is a pause, then Will shakes his head, as if he was about to say something but changed his mind at the last minute. "Why don't we go and see if we can get in?"

I nod, and we do.

You know what to do.....