Eyeless Eddie's crew loaded the chest into a small boat, and then they rowed it to the ship. "That is a beautiful vessel you got there, Jack," Eddie said. "I can't wait until it's mine."

"Captain Jack," Jack muttered. Lydia gave him a disbelieving look.

"You have what you want, now let us go!" Lydia cried.

"Ah, but the treasure isn't the only thing I want," he replied. "I also want to make sure you can't follow me. I can't thing of a better way of ensuring that, then to kill everyone of you, and steal your ship," he continued with a grin.

"Please don't take my Pearl," Jack begged. "She's the light of me life!" Lydia rolled her eyes and Jack's half-assed attempt at getting out of this situation.

"Pretty soon, Captain Sparrow, you won't have a life," Eddie said. "I think I'm going to kill you one by one, on this island." He nodded to himself. "Starting with you," he pointed at Lydia, "and ending with you," he said switching his attention to Jack. "Yes, I'll finish you off last, that way you can watch everyone of your crew die, and know that you couldn't save them." He chuckled to himself. "You are a pitiful captain, you take on a woman as part of your crew, you make friends with simpletons, and you can't even hold on to your own ship."

"I'd be able to hold on to it, if people stopped trying to steal it," Jack murmured. Normally Lydia would be rolling her eyes, but she wasn't paying attention to the words being spoken. She watched Eddie carefully; actually, she watched his sword carefully. She heard the splashing of oars, and looked to the water. Some of Eddie's crew was coming back, and along with them they brought Gibbs, Will, and Cotton; Cotton's parrot was nowhere to be see, smart bird. Eddie also turned to watch the boat come ashore. It was then that Lydia saw her chance. She grabbed Eddie's sword out of its scabbard. Eddie turned back, ready to knock the sword out of her hand, when she slashed him across the stomach; he doubled over. In the boat, Will, Gibbs and Cotton snatched their captors' weapons and killed them.

"Go back to the ship!" Lydia yelled. "Get the treasure!" They looked to Jack for approval; he nodded his head. "Go with them," Lydia said. "They'll need your help."

"Right," Jack agreed reluctantly. "See you in a bit." He ran off toward the boat. That just left Lydia and Eddie.

Eddie stood up, his shirt was bloody, but he didn't seem to notice the wound. In his eye, Lydia saw a look that the devil himself would be scared of. Suddenly, he lunged at her and backed her against a tree. She cried out as her injury hit the tree trunk. Her sword was knocked out of her grasp. His large hand closed around her small neck, strangling her. She choked while trying to fight back, but she only had one hand free from Eddie's hold. There was black around the edges of her vision, and she began to feel lightheaded. Her chest hurt because of lack of air. She begged her brain to help her. Think of something, she pleaded. Her mind didn't fail her. She brought her knee up to his stomach wound and he suddenly let go. She welcomed in gasps of air, and almost sat down, when she realized the battle wasn't over. She looked around for the sword. There it was, lying six feet away from her current position. She ran toward it, but felt an intense pain in her back. She fell on the sand, the sword barely out of reach. Eddie had thrown a rock at her; it hit right where her cut was. Panting, she reached for the sword; she could hear Eddie's footsteps coming for her. With her right hand she grabbed the sword, just as he grabbed her left shoulder. As he turned her over, she plunged the sword into his heart. Eddie fell on top of her. She felt his warm blood ooze over her body. She lay there for a moment, too tired to move.

Lydia heaved his body off of hers. Her shirt was soaked with blood as were her hands. She slowly stood up, barely keeping her balance. She pulled at the sword, now lodged in Eddie's chest. It came free, knocking her backwards. She stumbled, but regained her poise. The blade was covered in blood. Lydia walked back to where the body of Eyeless Eddie lay, and used a clean part of his shirt to wipe off the bloodstains. She took off his belt and scabbard, and secured it around her own waist. She sheathed the sword, and looked to the Black Pearl. She could the battle being fought there, and she knew she had to help. Lydia tightened the belt, and jumped in the water. Her cuts stung, but she didn't care. She swam to the ship, and climbed up the rope that was used to lower and raise the small boat. The going was slow; she was physically and emotionally drained from her battle with Eyeless Eddie. By the end of the climb, her hands were covered in blisters, and her arms were sore.

On the deck, she saw a fierce war raging. Jack and Will were fighting together; they seemed to second-guess each other's moves, and their swordplay was flawless. Meanwhile, each sailor was holding his own. She drew her sword, ready to join. Two men from Eddie's crew came running at her. She dodged their lunges and stuck her sword into one's chest while kicking the other over the side of the boat. She hauled her sword out of the man's body, when she heard Jack yell, "Lydia, behind you!" She turned and without thinking, she slit the man's throat. More men charged her and she fought them off, all fatigue forgotten. It seemed barely anytime had passed, when Jack cried, "Good job everyone! We saved the Black Pearl!" Lydia looked up at Jack and saw him give a look of encouragement to all his crew. That is what a good captain does. No wonder his crew would follow him to the ends of the earth without question. They trust him, and now the question remains, Lydia thought to herself, do I trust him? She slumped down on the deck, her exhaustion finally caught up with her. "Hello love," Jack said quietly as he walked toward her. He extended his arm to help her up. She gratefully took it. "So you killed Eyeless Eddie all by yourself?"

"Yes I did, Captain," she replied, half mocking, half serious.