Pairing/Characters: Ragetti, Pintel
Word Count: 356
Summary: Ragetti owns up to the truth.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did, Ragetti would have a girl. Namely, me.
Spoilers: Dead Man's Chest!Ragetti and Pintel
Special Thanks: To nazgul_number_7 for the seed that became this ficlet.
Cautiously lifting the candle above his head so he could see better, Ragetti eased out of his bunk and up the stairs to above deck. Setting it down on the railing, he saw Gibbs at the helm and for a minute thought of moving, in fear that he would over hear.
Jumping a bit from surprise at the voice, Ragetti turned to find an impatient and sleep deprived Pintel standing before him. Swallowing, he bent his head down, anxious since this was the first time he had ever owned up to his secret, but if anyone should know, Pintel would be the one.
"Come on then." Pintel was getting restless, ever since Ragetti had started to try to read that Bible of his, he had been acting strange. Pintel wouldn't admit to it, but he was worried about his friend. This night meeting came about when Pintel had put his foot down, finally asking what all the weirdness was for.
Ragetti looked around again, lowering his voice, "Jus' figured I was going to tells you one of these days…" Taking a breath to steady himself he nodded, "It's about me eye, see. Lost it in a fight. Over a girl, right? The fella, he took it. Called it … " Snapping his fingers to try and think of the word, Pintel leaned forward.
"Yeah, that's the one. An' that's why I can't get the glass one we talked about. 'Cause then he'll come after me."
Pintel stayed silent for a minute, thinking this over. "What, you sayin' that hunk of wood's got a curse on it? That's just not possible is it? I mean for that to-"
Ragetti tilted his head, waiting for Pintel to catch on. Did he really have to remind him of the Aztec gold?
Pintel gritted his teeth, usually between the two of them he was considered the smartest. "So how do you beat it?"
Ragetti shrugged, picking up the candle and blowing it out before heading back to his bunk, "I don't."
Pintel was left in the shadows, with more than a few questions on his mind. Apparently, there was more to Ragetti than met the eye.