I decided to rewrite this because the first version was really retarded. So. On with the stories, you know the disclaimer..
"I've jus' 'ad an apostrophe." Ragetti said softly, peering over at Pintel in the next hammock.
"I fink ye mean an epiphany." Pintel replied, sleepy, his arm thrown over his eyes.
"Lightnin'.." he continued, as if the other man hadn't spoken. "Lightnin' 'as jus' struck me brain."
"Well tha' musta 'urt.." Pintel grunted, becoming extremely irate at this conversation.
"It wouldn' be 'ere wifout us."
"Wot wouldn' be 'ere wifout us?"
"Th' third movie." Ragetti adopted a tone that implied a very long and somewhat complicated rant was coming on. "Wouldn' be 'ere wifout us."
" 'Ow's tha'?"
"Well," he sat up in his hammock and began explaining,
"Member tha' one part, where Miss 'Lizbeff's gettin' dragged back by th' Kraken?"
"Kray-ken." Pintel muttered under his breath. "Oh, aye."
"Well, iffin I hadn't been there t' cut th' bloody tentacle in th' firs' place, she woulda gotten eaten," (please try to contain your giggles, all you Jack/Will supporters) "An' then there wouldn' be anyone t' chain ol' Jack t' th' mast, an' we woulda got eaten by th' Kraken-"
"Kray-kin, Rags!" The older man interrupted angrily.
"Tha's not 'ow 's pr'nounced, an' lemme finish! Anyways, Jack woulda gotten on th' boat wif th' rest o' us an' we woulda' gotten eaten." Here Ragetti paused to do his infamous shoulder roll and a smirk to go along with it.
A short pause ensued.
"Are ye done?" Pintel asked after a while.
Ragetti nodded.
"Good. 'Cause ye know wot?"
"Wot?" Ragetti squirmed excitedly in his hammock.
"Yer an idiot."
"Fanks."
Reviews and comments welcome. Oh, and I'm starting a '12 days of a Caribbean Christmas' poem thing. Should I go on with it or what?