Author: Chico (mmmfishfingers)
Word Count: 646
Summary: Ragetti has lost everything.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Spoilers: End of DMC.
Notes: for Challenge #9: there is nothing more dangerous than a man who has lost everything
Required Reading Filling in the Holes: Part One: An Eye for An Eye, Part Two: Of Blood and Man , Part Three: Weathered Memories, Part Four: Calico Skies, and Part Five: Cracked Bowl, Scarred Heart
Special Thanks: nazgul_number_7 for a paragraph and for the help of everything.
With his eye fixed on the floor, he rocked back and forth.
It was gone.
Not gone in the sense that it was lost and Pintel had to go and find it; but it was gone in the sense that it was never to be found again. It would never comfort him in the nights when he woke from the nightmare. It would never be there to remind him of the memories of her. And now that it was gone, it was as if she had died all over again. At least when he held it, he could burry the thoughts of her really being gone away. But now he had nothing to hide behind, nothing to feed his thoughts that she was waiting for him.
He truly was alone now. He was surrounded by people and yet felt so very alone.
Tia went from person to person offering a cup to drink from. Ragetti stopped rocking, stared at the tray. Picking one up hesitantly he looked to Pintel. With a shaking hand he lifted it to his lips and drank a bit of the liquid. Clutching the cup with both hands, he returned to stare at the floor. What was he to do now?
Part of him wanted to walk away from everyone, find a corner and let out the dam behind his eye. Another part wanted to do something that he had never done: lashed out. It wasn't in Ragetti's nature to lash out, he knew better than to even try. Pintel was better then him at it. But now…now, with nothing left to him but a screaming, aching void where his heart once was and a head full of memories that faded a little more each day, it didn’t matter. It wouldn't matter how much abuse his body sustained if he could just loose himself for a little while, and make someone else feel a small part of the pain he lived with every waking moment. She was gone; didn't they understand? No more would she come to him in a brief moment between dream and nightmare, no more would she be the one to lift him up when all he felt like doing was crawl along. There was nothing he could do to bring her back.
Looking over to Pintel in hopes of getting support, he found Pintel to be just as sad as he was. Frowning slightly in confusion as to why his friend would be that upset over the loss of Mildred's bowl, it dawned on him. Wiping his face dry of the tears, he felt a heavy settle upon his grief. While he had been thinking about himself all this time, concerned only with Mildred and his own losses, the others were mourning for Captain Jack.
Gibbs had started a toast, and Ragetti followed his lead, "Never another like Captain Jack". Pintel said his sentiments, as did Elizabeth.
A quiet moment passed over everyone.
Things happened, Will asked Elizabeth if something could be done to bring back Jack, Tia asked what they would all do, Gibbs was the first to proclaim loyalties. The others soon followed. And then Tia drew her attention to the stairs. Confused, Ragetti shifted to get a better look.
"So, tell me, what's become of my ship?"
No one could do anything but look on as he bit into his apple and laughed. Barbossa had been shot, known to be dead, and yet here he stood. Ragetti, who should have been just as shocked as they were, was looking past Barbossa, a look of anxious determination on his face.
Pintel glanced over to see how his friend was reacting to the situation, only to find Ragetti's eyes narrowed. Pintel didn't understand what it meant but he could tell that Ragetti would never rest until he got what he desired above all else.