Pairing/Characters: Pintel, Ragetti, honorable mention of Twigg
Word Count: 640
Summary: How Pintel and Ragetti met.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even Ragetti's shoe, his left one, I mean.
Special Thanks: to st_minority and nazgul_number_7 and my fish Ragetti. They know why :)
Pintel grumbled under his breath as he handed a wooden eye to Ragetti, "'ere, Rags." Shaking his head at his friend's constant fumbling and falling, he continued to scrub the deck. Making sure Ragetti wouldn't see him, he half-smiled as he remembered the first time they met and as he watched Ragetti put his eye back in, he couldn't help but laugh.
A scuffling sound from above meant a fight among the crew and that was nothing to cause Pintel to pause in his duty, so he ignored it.
Confused, Pintel looked up to the ceiling. He was currently mopping the floor below deck, wondering if someone's eye had just been taken. Without warning he was knocked over to said floor from behind.
"Get off, you-" Enraged, Pintel pushed off the floor, turning to glare at whomever it was that had shoved him over. Standing, he watched as the man stood himself. He was tall, with blond hair and was missing his right eye. He was looking around fervently, mumbling about his eye and how if he didn't get it back, he'd be dead. Raising a brow, Pintel stared at him, "What, ye think it rolled down 'ere?"
The man stopped his looking around and pointed above, a childish tone coming to his voice, "They pushed me down 'ere, and it comes out like that."
Frowning deeper, Pintel took a step back, "An' it's real, this eye?"
"No, no, no no, it's wooden, see?" Getting down on his hands and knees, he looked over the floor.
"'ere's the weevil!" Twigg cried out, eyes fixed on the one eyed man.
The man stood quickly, coming behind Pintel -- as if Pintel was going to protect him.
Falling down the stairs in a drunken stupor, Twigg pointed his cutlass to Pintel. "Move aside, Pintel, got me a score to settle wit' that one there."
Pintel found himself wondering what he did for all this to happen to him today. Maybe it was because he had tied that monkey's tail to the railing the night before…karma finally catching up with him. Shrugging his thoughts away, he looked back to the man behind him, "What's your name?"
Casting a weary glance to Twigg, "R-Ragetti," he stammered.
Pintel nodded, choosing to do a rather nice thing, even though he knew he was going to pay for it later. "Right. Twigg, this 'ere lad's got jus' one eye. You gonna really figh' him? Who you gonna brag to, eh?"
Twigg stared at him, and after what looked like to Pintel to be a moment of 'deep thinking', put his sword aside. With a gruff laugh that Ragetti would be too easy of an opponent, him and his few friends who were quite upset at the loss of seeing a fight, went back on deck.
A nervous chatter of laughter was in Pintel's ear and as he turned he saw Ragetti smiling at him, "Thanks, mate."
Waving his words aside, Pintel noticed something beside the bucket. Reaching down, he picked it up, holding it in front of him. "This it, then?"
A cry of joy came from Ragetti as he snatched it from his hands, spit on it and shoved it back in its proper place. Pintel nodded again, taking his mop in hand only to have Ragetti's arms thrown around him and a kiss was placed on the top of his balding head.
"Oi!" Moving away from Ragetti, he stared at him, wondering at the sinking feeling in his gut that told him that the blond one-eyed lackey would be in his keep from there on.
Time and tide proved to make a less-than-eager Pintel care for Ragetti. Soon his hard and rough complaints about him turned to his version of caring, which consisted of telling him off more and bossing him around less.