Pairing/Characters: Ragetti, Pintel, Jack the Monkey
Word Count: 477
Summary: What Ragetti does to get his eye back.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Although I could own the shovel but I won't because I'm nice like that. :)
Spoilers: Deals with a scene from Dead Man's Chest. But on the whole, deals with Black Pearl.
Notes: Based on the Visa Life Takes (talent, patience, etc) commercials and amortentia_gal's icon that I'm using for this post. *points*
Special Thanks: To nazgul_number_7 and elvensorceress for pointing out my love for commas and pronouns :)
Life took talent.
Distracting the monkey that held his eye took so much talent that Ragetti had to focus extra hard on making sure the shovel was just right and that his feet were planted as steadily as one's feet could be planted on a ship. He lifted his hand to the side of the handle as a 'just in case' move. Smiling, he noticed the monkey's hand gripping his eye start to fall to the deck.
Pintel would mention that as many time as Jack stole the eye from him, Ragetti should be a professional at it by now. If only Ragetti wasn't so prone to tripping and falling over things.
The key to the whole balancing act was to not lose your focus. Not to think of the past when he tried the same thing as a child, instead of using the shovel for its real purpose, and having it fall on his head more often than not. Not to think of the girl that was so pleased by his act that she swore that he could join her family in the circus for money, and most definitely not to think that if he failed, the monkey would run to the Captain's quarters and for the rest of the night, Ragetti would have to suffer with his empty hole. He had done that enough times this week, and it was beginning to show. A few harsh words from Captain Barbossa, and Ragetti knew better than to the lay the blame on the skittering creature that rested on his shoulder.
The rolling sound of wood against wood found its way to Ragetti's ears and he chanced a look down to the deck, where, right by his foot, lay his eye. Grinning, he dropped the shovel and kneeled down to it, spitting on it and putting it back in its place. Standing, he let out a short laugh as he poked the side of his head to get the wood in straight.
Watching his friend head down below deck, Pintel merely smiled as he moved from the shadows behind where Ragetti had just stood. Ragetti needed his sleep and as much as he thought the shovel was the key to getting his eye back, the truth was that Pintel had dropped some food for Jack to pay attention to.
The shovel was another sign of Ragetti’s intelligence, one that Pintel wasn't supposed to figure out. But who was he to stand back and let his friend get threatened with the brig if he fell asleep on duty one more time?
Scratching behind Jack's ears, Pintel left it to eat on the banana and went to his bunk. Ragetti had taken the top that night so as Pintel eased into his own bed, beneath him, he grinned as he heard Ragetti remark in his dreams, “Hairy, little thief."