Sorry this is so long in coming, I'mhaveing trouble writing it.

As always none of the original PotC characters belong to me, and as for the ones in the story, well, they belong to themselves.

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Chapter Three

Aunt Rene's house/Dreaming

When they arrived at what Celeste called 'Aunt Rene's House' she knew that things would be different.

It was big, and had all the appearances of a plantation house. It was white and had a circular drive. As the carriage stopped Celeste stared at the house that was going to be her home for a while. She hoped it wasn't long.

She got out behind her Aunt. As she looked around she noticed that while the lower windows were open and letting in the coolmorning air, all the upper windows were shut.

'This looks like one of those haunted houses. Maybe one night the ghosts will come out and…'

Her thoughts were cut off as her father came up behind her.

"Well Celeste? What do you think of our new home?"

"Is this going to be out permanent new home?"

Dr Cedar looked at his daughter with an amused smile, holding back his laughter.

"Until we can get a firm footing here," he saw the slightly doubtful look on Celeste's face and shrugged.

He turned and walked up the front steps into the house, followed reluctantly by Celeste. Once inside the main hallway she knew that she would hate the house, almost as much as she was beginning to hate the woman who lived in it. The walls were white with a few fancy pictures here and there, evenly spaced of course, along with a few tables coved with fancy table-clothes and silver bowls.

'This looks like something from a bad dream. The only question…'

"Celeste your room is upstairs, please follow Annite, she will show you which one. I want to speak with your father."

'…When am I going to wake up?'

She nodded slightly then proceed to follow the maid up the winding stairs until she stood upon the first landing. From there she followed Annite all the way down the hall until she was standing in from of a white oak door.

"Here you are miss."

Annite opened the door then left Celeste standing in the hall.

Peering inside Celeste looked at the room, then slowly went inside, still unsure of what to make of it. There was a bed on the far wall, a wood dresser on her right hand side, a table against the left side, and that was only the first room. Setting her bag down onto the bed she casually walked over towards the door that led into the other room. The other room held a couch and various chairs: a sitting room. On the far wall was a door that lead out onto a balcony. Crossing the room she went and opened the door, breathing in the fresh tropical air, she stepped outside.

Port Royal looked beautiful in the morning air. There was a gentle mist hanging around harbor, causing the ships to look like they were hanging in midair.

As she stared at the docks and various ships Celeste was reminded about the boy she had seen earlier that morning, when she had been stepping into the carriage. He looked slightly taller than she was, and had dark brown, almost black hair. He wore the usual sailors clothing: a white shirt with brown pants.

She sighed, knowing that she would probably never see him again, then smiled glad that she had remembered him.

Turning away from the scene below her, Celeste went and unpacked, carefully setting her few belongings away. As she neared the bottom, and her most prized possessions, when there was a knock on the door. In a frantic motion she picked up the bag and tossed it onto the top of the bed's canopy.

"Celeste?"

Celeste cringed slightly at the sound of her aunt's voice.

"Come in Aunt Rene."

The door opened and she watched as her aunt walked in, carrying a tray, which Celeste suspected held tea. She watched as her aunt set the tray down onto the desk. Celeste was careful not to glance at the bed canopy, making sure to keep her gaze on her aunt, still not trusting the woman.

"I brought you some tea, then maybe you would like to get some rest. It is a long journey from London to the Caribbean, having made that trip myself not so long ago."

"Yes, it was a tiring trip," Celeste replied agreeing with the statement.

She took the cup her aunt handed her and gently took a small sip, remembering the etiquette lessons she had received in London.

"I hope your stay with me will be a pleasant one. I've looked forward to finally being able to meet you."

"Thank you for allowing my father and I to stay here, I'm sure it won't be long before father finds a place where we can move into."

"Yes."

Celeste looked at the older woman and saw distaste on her face, and her feelings towards the woman took another turn down. There was something evil about this woman, something she couldn't quite put a finger on. Celeste glanced out the window behind the desk and saw the sun being covered by rain clouds. She looked once more around the room, then finally back at her aunt.

"If you don't mind," she began getting Rene out of her thoughts. "I think I'm going to get some rest before lunch."

"Then I will leave you to it."

She watched as her aunt left the room, leaving the tray behind, and Celeste to her thoughts.

'Why was she so upset when I mentioned a house for just father and I? What is she up to?'

At noon Brian slowly walked through the streets, trying to find a suitable place for lunch.

He kept walking until he found himself behind a large white house. Sitting with his back to a tree he sat down and was about to begin eating when he saw her.

The girl from that morning was standing at one of the back windows.

Hardly daring to believe his luck Brian slowly walked down the road until he had a clear view of her. She was leaning on the windowsill, apparently lost in some thought. He thought about calling to her, but quickly dismissed the idea, not sure how she would respond.

'Will was right. I never expected to find her again…'

"At least not today," he muttered.

As he continued watching her, she turned and saw him, her eyes widened slightly.

'Now you've done it,' he thought. 'How are you going to explain this to her?'

"Weren't you the boy from the docks?"

He glanced up and saw her leaning over the window, curiosity in her eyes which, he noted, were a deep brown.

"Yes miss."

"What's your name?"

"Brian. Brian O'Malley."

He smiled at her and she smiled back…..

"Brian?"

"Hmmm?"

"Brian, wake up child. Ye're going ta be late ta the docks."

Blinking Brian slowly opened his eyes and groaned, then stopped, remembering the dream he had been having, it had been a good one.

"Brian!"

"I'm up ma, I'm up!"

Getting out of bed he slowly put his shirt on and headed out of his room and down the stairs. As he entered the main room Brian saw a few strange figures, wearing cloaks,walking by the house. Eating a quick breakfast he left the house and, instead of heading towards the docks, he headed for where the white house was supposed to be from his dream.

'Maybe I'll be able to find her today.'

With that thought rested firmly in his mind Brian headed up the hill and towards where he believed the girl's house would be.

A mile off the coast of Port Royale a dark ship with red sails is slowly making its way towards the harbor.

"Cap'en we'll be within range at dusk."

"Good. Then the stone will finally be mine."

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