It's the ghost of a lady widowed before her marriage, I figure it, searching for her husband, lost at sea.
A virgin too, likely as not.
And that bodes ill by all accounts.
I say that we throw the dress overboard and we hope the spirit follows it.
No! That will just anger the spirit, sir.
What we need to do is find out what the spirit needs, and then get it back to her.
Enough! Enough!
You're a pair of superstitious goats and it's got the best of you.
Now, this appears to be no more as we have a stowaway on board.
A young woman, by the look of it.
I want you to search the ship and find her.
Oh, and, er... she's probably naked.
Why is Jack afraid of the open ocean?
Well, if you believe such things, there's a beast does the bidding of Davy Jones - a fearsome creature with giant tentacles that'll suction your face clean off and drag an entire ship down to the crushing darkness.
The kraken.
They say the stench of its breath is like... Imagine, the last thing you know on God's green earth is the roar of the kraken and the reeking odor of a thousand rotting corpses.
If you believe such things.
And the key will spare him that?
Well, that's the very question Jack wants answered.