Pairing/Characters: Ragetti, Pintel, Bo'sun
Word Count: 512
Rating: PG for Pintel's pirate-y mouth.
Summary: Ragetti has a secret.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did, there would be a forth movie. All about Pinters and Rags. What a sight that would be!
Spoilers: Takes place during Curse of the Black Pearl. So if you haven't seen that...seriously, if you haven't seen that.. go see it now!
Notes: Love to "my" boys Rags and Pinters.
Special Thanks: st_minority for beta-ing and nasgul_number_7 for helping with everything.
It was hard, trying to steal away for a few moments of every day so that he could be alone and work on his craft, but somehow Ragetti found the time to do it.
At the sound of footsteps Ragetti would put it away, sometimes under his pillow if he was in his hammock, sometimes inside his jacket, but no matter where he was, he would stash the item aside and try to look like he hadn't been doing anything other than working.
Bo'sun stopped in front of Ragetti who was leaning against the railing of The Black Pearl, holding it behind his back. Crinkling his nose in disgust he motioned to the deck, "Get to work."
Staring at the wood, Ragetti merely nodded and after Bo'sun had left, he stuffed his secret into a pocket. Scrambling to get to his 'real' work, Ragetti struggled at counting out how many days he had left.
Pintel had noticed a difference in Ragetti the past weeks and when he couldn't find his friend, he wondered what he had done now to get into trouble.
A few days passed with the same routine, Pintel would be talking to Ragetti only to look up and see him gone, and the latter would be quickly trying to finish his work in what time he had. Growing more and more fed up by his disappearances, Pintel caught him sneaking off one night and stepped in front of him.
"Where you off to?"
Looking around Ragetti stammered, "N-nowhere."
"Where you been goin' to?"
Growing more nervous Ragetti's hands behind his back began to shake, "N-nowhere, Pinters."
Pintel frowned; reaching behind his thin friend to grab what was in his hands. Looking down at what he held, his frown deepened.
"The hell is this?"
It was black fabric with a white design in the middle of it. Squinting, Pintel brought it up to his face, thinking that if he saw it up close it would make more sense.
"Is a Jolly Roger."
Casting a glance at his friend, Pintel saw a look of deep pride on his face. Shuffling his feet Pintel glanced back down to the cloth. There was something about it that resembled the flag that flew above the mast. Smirking, he noticed that the right eye was slightly bigger than the left and in the corner was a sloppy 'Too Pint'.
"Jus' wanted to get you somthin' for your birthday. Bein' me friend and all that." Pointing to the corner, he grinned, "Had to ask how to spell all that out. Do you like it?"
Pintel's first reaction was to shove it in his pocket and grumble that he could have done better. But something about the way Ragetti looked ready for a beating if Pintel didn't enjoy it, made the shorter man grow speechless.
His voice cracked as he folded it carefully, putting it in his pocket, "Thanks, Rags, it's great."
The smile that broke Ragetti's face was priceless, and Pintel shoved him up the stairs, "C'mon then. Can't let Cap'n Barbossa find us slackin' off."