then release me, you have your trinket, I'm of no further value to you.

You don't know what this is, do ye?

It's a pirate medallion

this is aztec gold, one of 882 identicle pieces they delivered in a stone chest to cortés himself. Bloodmoney paid to stem the slaughter he wreaked upon his armies but the greed of cortés was insatiable. So the heathen gods placed upon the gold a terrible curse. Any mortal that removes but a single piece from that stone chest shall be punished... for eternity

I hardly believe in ghost stories anymore Captain barbossa

Aye, thatès exactly what we first thought when we were first told the tale. Buries on an island of dead what cannot be found. Find it we did, there be the chest, inside be the gold. And we took 'em all. We spent em and traded them and frittered em away on food, drink and pleasurable company. The more we gave em a away, the more we came to realise the drink would not satisfy, food turned to ash in our mouths and all the pleasurable comppany in the world could not slake our lust. We are cursed men, miss turner, compelled by greed we were but now... we are comsumed by it.

There is one way to end our curse however, all the scattered pieces of the aztec gold must be restored and the blood repayed... thanks you ye we have the final piece.

And the... blood to be repayed?

that's why theres no sence to be killin ye... yet. Apple?