"I wonder," Eddie whispered in Lydia's ear, "how much you value your
friends' life?" She looked up and saw the crew tied to the mast. "I want
you to bring back the treasure to me, by this time tomorrow." Lydia felt a
sharp pain in her back, and then she felt her blood trickling down. "Let
that be a warnin' to ya," he said, while holding his bloodstained sword so
Lydia could see it. "Your friends will suffer much worse."
"I'll need someone to help," she said suddenly, surprising even herself. "It must be a big treasure, I can't bring it by myself." Lydia did her best not to wince at the pain in her back.
"Fine then," he turned to his crew. "Release Sparrow," he called. They promptly cut Sparrow loose and pushed him toward Eddie. For once, Jack didn't say anything.
"Now you'll be takin' a little swim," Eddie said. His crew brought Jack and Lydia to the plank. "When you find the treasure, come back to that shore," he pointed to the island directly in front of the ship. "We'll be waiting," he finished with a smirk. Without warning, Lydia and Jack were pushed off the plank. As soon as Lydia hit the water, the cut in her back seared with pain like she had never felt before. She struggled for the shore. Gasping for breath, she crawled along the sand, and into the forested part of the island. Jack was waiting for her.
"Took you long enough," he said. She leaned against a rock, panting. She didn't have the strength to get up, let alone say anything. He helped her up and said, "Let's have a look at that cut, shall we?" He lifted up the back of her shirt. The slash was located in the middle of her back. As his fingers crept up toward the cut, Lydia winced.
"Ow," she whimpered.
"Sorry," Jack muttered, but his fingers didn't stop moving. Lydia was about to yell at him to stop, when he pulled her shirt back down. "Actually, it doesn't look too bad," he said.
"That's not how it feels," she retorted. "Now what are we going to do about the treasure?" she asked, changing the subject.
"Find it of course," he said. Then looking at her added, "You do know where it is, right?"
"Yes, I know where it is!" she cried, exasperated. "Why else would I have thrown the necklace in the water?"
"Thought you were being all heroic or something, that's what Will would have done," he explained.
"That treasure belongs to me, and nothing is going to stand in my way," Lydia said determinedly.
"Oh, so you have a plan?" Jack asked.
"No, I was hoping you would come up with one." Jack's face fell at her words. Lydia sighed. "Well, I guess we'll just find the treasure first, and we'll come up with a plan later." Lydia began walking to her left. Jack followed. "The treasure is on the island left of this one," she explained. They walked for about an hour "Damn," she said as they reached the water, "we'll have to swim across."
"Let's go," Jack said, and jumped in the water. Lydia's cut had stopped bleeding, and she didn't want it to start again. She looked around for something she could use to cross the water. She didn't have anything particular in mind, but something caught her eye. A fallen log lay to the right of where Lydia was standing. By this time Jack had crossed and was watching her, impatiently. She didn't care. She dragged the log to the water and climbed on it. She pushed of with her feet, and paddled with her hands. It took her five minutes to cross, when she could have swam it in two. She really didn't mind; she was too worried about her sliced back. Jack gave her an annoyed look, but helped her up anyway.
"The light pointed to the center of the island," she said. "There must be a cave or something." Jack nodded.
"Right," he replied. They walked on in silence for a while, and then Jack spoke, "So how are you planning on dividing the treasure?"
"I don't plan on dividing it," she said matter-of-factly. "It's mine, and I'm not giving it up, not even for you."
"And you still want me to help you?" he asked, disbelieving.
"Do you want to see your crew killed?" she snapped. "Eyeless Eddie is ruthless, I don't think he'll let us stay alive for very long after he gets what he wants."
"I deserve part of the treasure," he argued. "I'm the one that got us here."
"I could have done it by myself. I did tell you that I would have been glad to get kicked off your ship."
"You're right, I should've kicked you off. Then I wouldn't have this problem with Eyeless Eddie."
"What do you mean? If it weren't for me, all of your crew would have been killed right away. I saved you and your crew."
"Well, according to you they're going to kill us anyway."
"Not if you help me!" Lydia cried, frustrated.
"Not until you give me an equal share in that treasure!" Jack yelled, equally as frustrated.
"You ungrateful ba-" she started, but Jack interrupted.
"I think we're here," he said. Lydia looked in front of her, and saw an entrance to a cave.
"I think you're right," she whispered.
"I'll need someone to help," she said suddenly, surprising even herself. "It must be a big treasure, I can't bring it by myself." Lydia did her best not to wince at the pain in her back.
"Fine then," he turned to his crew. "Release Sparrow," he called. They promptly cut Sparrow loose and pushed him toward Eddie. For once, Jack didn't say anything.
"Now you'll be takin' a little swim," Eddie said. His crew brought Jack and Lydia to the plank. "When you find the treasure, come back to that shore," he pointed to the island directly in front of the ship. "We'll be waiting," he finished with a smirk. Without warning, Lydia and Jack were pushed off the plank. As soon as Lydia hit the water, the cut in her back seared with pain like she had never felt before. She struggled for the shore. Gasping for breath, she crawled along the sand, and into the forested part of the island. Jack was waiting for her.
"Took you long enough," he said. She leaned against a rock, panting. She didn't have the strength to get up, let alone say anything. He helped her up and said, "Let's have a look at that cut, shall we?" He lifted up the back of her shirt. The slash was located in the middle of her back. As his fingers crept up toward the cut, Lydia winced.
"Ow," she whimpered.
"Sorry," Jack muttered, but his fingers didn't stop moving. Lydia was about to yell at him to stop, when he pulled her shirt back down. "Actually, it doesn't look too bad," he said.
"That's not how it feels," she retorted. "Now what are we going to do about the treasure?" she asked, changing the subject.
"Find it of course," he said. Then looking at her added, "You do know where it is, right?"
"Yes, I know where it is!" she cried, exasperated. "Why else would I have thrown the necklace in the water?"
"Thought you were being all heroic or something, that's what Will would have done," he explained.
"That treasure belongs to me, and nothing is going to stand in my way," Lydia said determinedly.
"Oh, so you have a plan?" Jack asked.
"No, I was hoping you would come up with one." Jack's face fell at her words. Lydia sighed. "Well, I guess we'll just find the treasure first, and we'll come up with a plan later." Lydia began walking to her left. Jack followed. "The treasure is on the island left of this one," she explained. They walked for about an hour "Damn," she said as they reached the water, "we'll have to swim across."
"Let's go," Jack said, and jumped in the water. Lydia's cut had stopped bleeding, and she didn't want it to start again. She looked around for something she could use to cross the water. She didn't have anything particular in mind, but something caught her eye. A fallen log lay to the right of where Lydia was standing. By this time Jack had crossed and was watching her, impatiently. She didn't care. She dragged the log to the water and climbed on it. She pushed of with her feet, and paddled with her hands. It took her five minutes to cross, when she could have swam it in two. She really didn't mind; she was too worried about her sliced back. Jack gave her an annoyed look, but helped her up anyway.
"The light pointed to the center of the island," she said. "There must be a cave or something." Jack nodded.
"Right," he replied. They walked on in silence for a while, and then Jack spoke, "So how are you planning on dividing the treasure?"
"I don't plan on dividing it," she said matter-of-factly. "It's mine, and I'm not giving it up, not even for you."
"And you still want me to help you?" he asked, disbelieving.
"Do you want to see your crew killed?" she snapped. "Eyeless Eddie is ruthless, I don't think he'll let us stay alive for very long after he gets what he wants."
"I deserve part of the treasure," he argued. "I'm the one that got us here."
"I could have done it by myself. I did tell you that I would have been glad to get kicked off your ship."
"You're right, I should've kicked you off. Then I wouldn't have this problem with Eyeless Eddie."
"What do you mean? If it weren't for me, all of your crew would have been killed right away. I saved you and your crew."
"Well, according to you they're going to kill us anyway."
"Not if you help me!" Lydia cried, frustrated.
"Not until you give me an equal share in that treasure!" Jack yelled, equally as frustrated.
"You ungrateful ba-" she started, but Jack interrupted.
"I think we're here," he said. Lydia looked in front of her, and saw an entrance to a cave.
"I think you're right," she whispered.
