Pairing/Characters: Ragetti (surprise, surprise), honorable mention of Pintel
Word Count: 752
Summary: A further look into Ragetti's past. How he and Mildred met.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except Mildred and Mr. Greene.
Notes: Based off Sir Paul McCartney's "Calico Skies".
Special Thanks: To skyndsam and elvensorceress. And to nazgul_number_7 for the help with Ragetti's first name.
Early in the morning, Ragetti would wake before the others on board The Black Pearl, climb to the crow's nest and look to the morning sun. This had become a tradition of his, always rising with the sun, making certain that he saw the morning as it started. With the sea wind blowing the sails, Ragetti sighed, his mind drifting off into the past.
"Red and black sky, lad! Know what that means. Money time for the barrel makers!"
Mr. Greene greeted him in the usual optimism as Ragetti came through the door into his shack for work. There could be five feet of rain keeping customers from their place of business and Mr. Greene would always have some upbeat explanation as to how, on that day, they would still earn their keep.
Sitting on the stool beside him, Ragetti began his work for the day, "Aye, sir."
Things were simple then, he did his work well enough, even though he was still labeled an apprentice by others, Mr. Greene proudly referred to him as 'his most trusted partner'. There were few people out in the dawn of the mornings and as Ragetti and Mr. Greene fell into their routine, something felt different about that day. The wood was the same, as were the pins and the hammer, but something both far off and very near hummed in Ragetti's ears as he worked. Mr. Greene could feel it too, but kept such notions to himself, since he didn't want his employee to think he was drunk so early in the day.
A small voice broke through both of their thoughts. "Excuse me."
Ragetti stood, still looking at his work, "Miss?" But when he looked toward the owner of the voice, all other words failed. She was beautiful. Beyond beautiful, but Ragetti's un-educated mind could not come up with a better word.
The girl merely smiled and motioned to a barrel off to the side, "I'd like that one, please."
Placing it in front of her, Ragetti still said nothing as he took her payment. The girl nodded, said thank you and began to carry, rather awkwardly, the barrel in the direction of her home.
Clapping a hand on Ragetti's shoulder, Mr. Greene laughed, "You did good, lad. Granted she's strugglin' and probably thinks ill of you for not offerin' to help…"
"I should help?" Ragetti looked from the girl to Mr. Greene.
"You want her to come back, don't you? Find out her name?"
Ragetti cast a glance toward the barrel that wasn't even halfway made and Mr. Greene waved his hand aside, "No worries. Jus' go get a name and be done with it."
She hadn't gotten far, so Ragetti's trip to her side, wasn't one that took his breath away. And yet, as he slowed down to walk along beside her he found he couldn't say anything.
Stopping, the girl set the barrel down, "Yes?"
Shaking his head to clear his mind, "Didn't ask your name."
"For the records?" At Ragetti's confused look, she clarified, "Customer records?"
"Aye, … that." His tone was unconvincing but the girl smiled just the same.
"Mildred Goodrich." Tilting her head to the side, "And yours? … For my records."
Making sure that no one was around to hear, he leaned towards her, lowering his voice. "Leonardo Ragetti." Shaking his head, he straightened up, "But everyone jus' calls me Ragetti."
Mildred nodded, "A pleasure… Ragetti."
He nodded, remembering why else he had come, "Need help?"
"I'll get home in time, thank you." When Ragetti looked crestfallen, she laughed softly, "I would enjoy the company all the same."
Mildred came often to the barrel maker's shop many days during the following weeks and Mr. Greene felt honored to see such a quiet romance form.
Blinking through the memories, Ragetti smiled, his day had started just like the days before it, and for that he was glad. Climbing back down to the deck, he snuck back into his bunk, certain that no one had yet caught on to his tradition of sorts.
Pintel opened an eye, staring at the crew that was lying in their cots. "Any word of this and I'll make you go meet Davy Jones once this here curse is off us. Got it?" Hearing Ragetti's footsteps as he came down the stairs he and the others pretended to be asleep.
After a few moments, Pintel opened his eyes and grinned to see that everyone had taken his threat to the non-beating hearts.