"What?" Lydia asked. "I'm not going anywhere 'til you give me some answers!" She stood up.

"Calm down love, before you ask me anything, maybe you should ask yourself if you should talk to your captain that way." Jack said, closing the door and walking over to her.

"Why you-" she began, but Will interrupted.

"Jack, she's got a point, we need to know what's going on and Lydia deserves to know." Will's was the voice of reason that talked Sparrow into telling the whole story. He sighed heavily and sat down, grabbing the bottle of rum as he did so.

"Well," Jack said, turning to Lydia, "that man is Edward Jeerdin." Sparrow looked expectantly around the table, but he was met with blank stares. "Eyeless Eddie?" he prompted. There was silence around the table. Sparrow sighed. "Oh come on! Hasn't anybody heard of him?" He looked around.

"Well- I mean- Are you telling me he's real?" Lydia asked, confused.

"Of course he's real!" Sparrow replied angrily.

"But the stories- they can't be true can they?" she pressed.

"Well yes they're true!"

"All of them?"

"All of them!" Then he added, "Except for the one about the fifty ton fish."

"Then that means I just made a deal with the most violent pirate the Caribbean has ever known?" Lydia cried.

"Aye, you did." Sparrow turned, seeing the perplexed looks on the Turner's faces. He began to recount Eyeless Eddie's violent doings in full. How he took every man from a village and cut them into four equal pieces to display in the village square; how he hysterically laughed as he watched men, women, and children burn to death inside a building he set on fire, and all his other brutal and gory actions. Elizabeth and Will looked on in horror as Sparrow talked. Lydia sunk her head deeper and deeper into her hands as each story finished. Finally he came to the part that concerned the necklace. "This necklace is the key to finding the treasure of James Cook."

"Oh my God!" Lydia exclaimed.

"What is it?" Will asked.

"No," Lydia whispered, "it can't be true. They said it was a lie, they said he never had it. They told me-they didn't lie! She wouldn't lie to me, why would she lie to me?" She murmured frantically under her breath. "No, it's you who's lying," she pointed to Sparrow. "It's you, why are you doing this? Why did I tell you? You tricked me!" She turned to look at the others, "You all tricked me!" she yelled. She stood up and backed toward the door. Sparrow got up and moved toward her. "Stay away from me!" she screamed.

"Lydia calm down," Sparrow said softly. "Tell us what's wrong. We didn't trick you, I swear." Lydia started sobbing uncontrollably and sank down to the floor.

"I never told you my last name, did I?" Lydia asked between sobs. "No, I didn't." She wiped her eyes. "My last name is Cook. James Cook is my grandfather." She heard gasps from everyone in the room. "The story of his treasure was my favorite bedtime story," she continued. "My mother would tell it to me every night, but she would always tell me it wasn't real, and that my father was a merchant, always out on the sea, trading goods. I ignored the other children's taunts about how my father was crazy for looking for a treasure, but I would tell them that he wasn't looking for treasure. They laughed at me too, for believing what my mother told me. She said my father died because his ship sank, other children said he died because a pirate, looking for the same treasure, killed him, hoping he would get some clues to where the treasure was." Her breathing was fast and shallow now, she was trying to restrain her tears. "What a fool I was, for believing my mother. What a damn fool." She put her head down in her arms, silent tears running down her face. She could hear whispers. They must think I'm crazy, she thought, well I am. Lydia felt a hand grab onto her arm, and help her to her feet.

"Just come have a seat, love," Sparrow said gently. "Have a drink of rum." He set her down in a chair and handed her the bottle. She looked down at it, but didn't drink it. "We think," Sparrow said cautiously, as though Lydia might explode again, "that it would be best if you stayed with Will and Elizabeth in Port Royal, while I go look for the treasure." Lydia nodded.

"But first," she said, "tell me why that necklace is so important." She looked up and Jack with her bloodshot eyes and tear streaked face.

"Alright, since you asked so nicely," Jack sat down. "Well, you see," he said reaching into a drawer and taking out a gold chain with a gold disk on it, "this medallion was made by the Aztecs." He looked over at Lydia and said, "I honestly don't know how he got it, must have sold his soul. Anyway, when he hid his treasure, he didn't need a map. He inscribed coordinates onto this," he held up the disk, "and buried his treasure." He looked around at Will and Elizabeth, seeing he had their attention, he continued, "When you sail to these coordinates, on the right date, which he also inscribed, the sunlight will show you the way." He offered no explanation after that; instead he put the necklace back in the drawer.

"How will the sunlight show you the way?" Elizabeth voiced the question everyone else was thinking.

"At dawn," he began, "you hold up the pendant to the sun, and the sun's rays should shine through the hole in the center, and point the way," he finished simply. The anticlimactic ending was met with skepticism from the Turner's.

"Jack, are you sure that's right?" Will asked. Lydia knew what they were all thinking, it was too simple, there has to something else. But there wasn't, she knew there wasn't.

"He's right," Lydia's voice startled all three of them. "That's how my mother always told it." She faced Jack, "How did you get the necklace? I'm pretty sure my father didn't have it."

"I found it in the caves of Isla de Muerte," he stated. "I don't know how it got there, but I knew what it was when I examined it." He smiled. "It's time to get you," he directed this comment at Lydia, "ashore." He stood up and opened the door; this time Lydia had no objections.

"Thanks, Captain," she murmured as she walked past him.