Lydia woke to the sound of heavy breathing and a pulsating headache. She stretched her arms and felt something warm under her right arm. She opened her eyes and saw, to her surprise, her head was lying on Jack's shoulder. Her arm was resting on his chest, and his arm had encircled her body. She rolled out of his grasp, but winced as her injured back hit the ground. She sat up slowly because the room was spinning. She turned toward Jack as she heard him snort in his sleep. He made a motion to grab at something with the hand that had been holding Lydia. When his arm found that nothing was there, Jack woke abruptly. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked around, and found Lydia sitting a few feet away from him.

"What are you doing over there, love?" he asked. "Come and sit by me, and we'll have a little chat," Jack said, as he patted the ground beside him.

"We can chat from here," Lydia replied.

"Alright, let's chat."

"Yes, let's," she said. "First of all I want to know what happened last night."

"Ah well, you see," he paused, searching for words. "You got quite drunk and well, you had a fit of hysterics, and I comforted you."

"What do you mean comforted?" she cried. "I slept with you?"

"Not exactly in the sense that you mean," he replied hesitantly.

"I'm not your whore!" she countered attempting to stand up. She had to lean herself against the wall because she was so dizzy. "You can't just kiss me because I'm drunk!"

"But love, you kissed me," he said simply.

"What?" Lydia asked, taking a shaky step forward. "I did nothing of the sort." She took another step toward Jack, barely keeping her balance. The room was spinning too fast.

"Are you okay?" Jack inquired. Lydia began to nod her head, but instead fell to her knees and vomited. He helped her up. "Feel better?"

"Much," she answered weakly. The room had stopped spinning so much and her head hurt less, but it still felt like the hangover from hell.

"We've still got to get the treasure back to Eyeless Eddie." He turned her so she was facing him. "You up for it?" he asked. She nodded. He led her over to the chest. She gratefully sat down on it.

"So what's the plan?" she inquired.

"To bring the treasure back to Eddie," Jack said matter-of-factly.

"That's it?" she asked incredulously.

"So far," he retorted. He saw her disapproving face and added, "I'm making this up as I go!" She sighed heavily and got to her feet.

"Then I suppose we better get started, savvy?" she asked grinning.

"Savvy, love," he said. They each picked up one side of the chest and lifted it up. It was extremely heavy, and they had to use both hands. They stopped often, because Lydia's hangover was refusing to go away. After a few hours, they made it to the end of the island.

"How are we going to cross this water?" Lydia asked. I'm not going in there, and we can't let the treasure sink.

"I dunno, love," he answered. "Let's rest a while and think." They both sat down on the chest, and looked around, searching for an answer.

"I'm sorry," Lydia said suddenly.

"Sorry for what?"

"For leading you on like that," she responded. "I was drunk, and I'm sorry."

"No worries, Lydia, happens all the time," he said. But something in his tone of voice made her think it didn't. They sat in silence for a little longer.

"I know," she said, standing up. "We can float the chest on logs," she added. "Come on, help me." She walked toward a fallen log, and dragged it toward the water. Jack followed suit with another log, and pretty soon they had four large logs ready by the water. Lydia and Jack heaved the chest onto the center of the makeshift raft. They shoved it into the water and jumped in after it. Lydia's back stung, but she managed not to drown. They pushed it toward the other side, until it ran into the opposite shore. Blood was running down Lydia's back again, but she didn't care as much as last time. They both dragged the chest off the raft and lifted it again. Jack and Lydia walked the rest of the way in silence. Finally, they reached the beach where Eyeless Eddie was waiting.

"I knew you would not leave your friends at my mercy," he greeted them. "Not yet anyway."