Lydia did eventually finish cleaning, right in time to make dinner. After dinner she again challenged Sparrow to a fight, but his reply was, "Not tonight, I'm too tired." At this she stalked off to her bedroom. One good thing can be said about all that swabbing, Lydia had no problems getting to sleep, but this time she did remember to untie her hair. The next few days were the same as the first one, her chores varied from one futile task to another. Every evening, after all her jobs were accomplished, she asked Sparrow to a duel and each time he declined, giving a different reason every time. I'll have to hand it to him, Lydia thought, he has a gift for coming up with excuses. Her job was the only thing that kept Lydia from breaking out into a fight. One not so special morning about a week into their journey, the bell rang louder and longer than it usually did. Lydia ran out from her pitiful room to hear what the fuss was about.

"Land ahoy!" Gibbs called, "Land ahoy!" Lydia looked to where Gibbs was pointing and saw a distant harbor. This can't be the final destination, she thought to herself, he said it would be a month at least. I haven't even looked for the necklace! I've been too tired after all that work. Damn the captain! She walked over to Gibbs

"Where are we?" she asked.

"This is Port Royale," he smirked, "I believe the Captain has some business here." Sure enough Sparrow sauntered out of his room, looking happier than usual.

"When we dock," he began, "I give you leave till dawn." Then he added, "Anyone who's late will be left behind." It didn't take long to get to the harbor and dock the ship. When the ship was anchored, all the men rushed off in search of rum and easy women. Lydia was the last one in the overanxious line, but before she could go ashore, a voice called her back. "Lydia, love," Sparrow said, "I need you to stay here and-"

"I know, I know!" She cut him off with an exasperated voice. "I have to stay here and swab the deck because I am a cheater and that's what cheaters are destined to do." She turned away and started stomping off toward the stairs.

"You can swab the deck if you want to, but first I need you to help me," here he paused, as if searching for the right word, "entertain," he put a delicate stress on the word, " some guests," he finished.

"Excuse me?" What in the world did he mean?

"Just get some food, wine, and rum together and bring it to me when I call you." He said, as if the simplest man could figure out what he meant. "Savvy?" he asked.

"As if I have a choice," she muttered under her breath. Out loud she said, "Savvy." She walked off to the galley, cursing under her breath. Jack smiled and returned to his cabin.

Lydia searched through all the cupboards and found cheese, grapes, apples, cold turkey, bread, wine, and of course rum. She gathered them all up and displayed them on a beautiful silver tray that she had discovered. She was curious about these guests the captain mentioned. Suddenly, she heard the bell. That must be my page, Lydia thought. Maybe after this I can go ashore. As she approached the door, she heard unfamiliar voices, man and a woman's. She pushed open the door and walked in, uncertainly. At the table, Sparrow, a man and a woman dressed in fancy attire sat, discussing. When Lydia entered, they fell silent. She placed the tray in front of Sparrow, and started to turn away. "Lydia, we'd like to have a chat with you," the captain said.

"What is it?" Lydia replied, trying to keep her cool.

"Come have a seat, and I'll explain." Sparrow pulled out a chair between him and the woman. She hesitantly sat down, looking at the man across from her. "This is Will and Elizabeth Turner," he stated, "that couple I told you about." It took a while for Lydia to remember, but she did, their first meeting in Tortuga, when he so drunkenly related his story. She nodded to show that she remembered. "Well, we would like to ask you a question, savvy?" Sparrow said. Again, Lydia only nodded, she was nervous, what would they ask her? Why were these people here? Suddenly Sparrow reached into one of his holsters and produced a familiar looking pouch. Lydia gasped.

"That's mine!" she cried. "Where did you-When did you?" Lydia was too shocked to speak.

"So it is yours," Sparrow smiled to himself. "Where did you get it?"

Lydia felt all eyes upon her, so she looked down at the table. "I-uh-I got it from all over." She said, thinking quickly. "I'm a pirate you know," finding her confidence, she looked up, "I stole most of it, some of it I worked for." She looked Sparrow in the eye, daring him to challenge her lie. He did.

"It's not good to lie to your Captain." Sparrow dumped the contents of the pouch onto the table. For the first time, Lydia saw the coins in daylight. There were strange markings on them, like words written in a strange, foreign language. Lydia tried her hardest to conceal the surprised look on her face, but Sparrow saw. "Where did you get these?" he asked, holding up a gold coin.

"I-I-," she stuttered. She didn't want to blow her secret, but what could she say?

"It's okay. Tell us the truth, we won't hurt you." The man, Will, said. She looked up at him, seeing a friendly face helped.

"We were discussing it, and we came to the conclusion that you didn't know what you had. If you tell us where you got it, we can help you." Elizabeth added. At her words, Lydia looked at the woman. Another friendly face, she was so close to telling them the truth. She looked at Sparrow, she tried not to because she felt that her stare would be met with a smirk, but instead there was a look of concern on his face. Seeing his face calmed her in a strange way, she drew a deep breath and began her story. Throughout her story, she looked down at the table; she knew what she had done was dishonorable. The end of her story was met with silence. She looked up from the spot on the table, and was met with looks of shock from Will and Elizabeth, but Sparrow looked slightly amused. The Turner's looked to Sparrow, obviously to see what he was grinning about. Lydia was just as curious.

"Well Lydia, I think it's time to get you ashore." Sparrow smirked as he got up and opened the door.