Disclaimer: I own nothing, and by the way I'm writing this instead of a Will or Jack story because it's different and Pintel and Ragetti are my favourite characters. This ficlet's not supposed to be slash. I don't hate slash I just don't write it (I'm not brave enough I'm only twelve!), but it just sort of started to turn that way. (This is from Pintel's point of view by the way)
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The Small boat rocked a little as the tall pirate beside me shifted his weight. I could barely keep myself from laughing, the sight of him in women's clothing was such a comical sight. I knew that I myself, must have looked just as amusing but it wasn't me I was looking at.
Ragetti seemed to be taking it all in his stride, in fact he seemed to be enjoying it; his long thin arms delicately holding his parasol, mimicking the rich ladies he had seen long ago before the curse.
He looked down at me and grinned stupidly. His good eye gleamed, lovely and liquid.
"This is just like what the Greeks done at Troy . 'Cept they was in a horse instead of dresses. Wooden horse."
I might have rolled my eyes but at that moment a smile almost touched my lips. The pirate next to me, despite all the things he had done, all the plundering and killing, was as innocent as a child remembering a history lesson. I had taught him about the Greeks. He wasn't as dense as he looked.
After a moment or two Ragetti began to giggle and wave. He was taking this a little too far.
"Stop that!" I commanded him "I already feel like a fool!"
Ragetti, being a man that leapt before he looked blurted out:
"You look Nice though."
I frowned. "I look nice?!" I asked harshly.
I am often harsh with Ragetti, and I know that I would feel bad afterwards if it weren't for the damned curse but Ragetti's used to it now. Or at least I think he is. How do I know? If the curse wasn't there would he cry? Would he even be able too?
I suddenly felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. I'd absent mindedly fought with him and we had been revealed. All of us.
If Ragetti didn't last against the Navy it would've been all my fault.
For once I was glad of the curse, but also angry at it at the same time.
I couldn't feel guilt.
I couldn't love.
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I know, short but I only wrote it for fun. If you liked this reveiw me and I might write a longer Pintel and Ragetti fic.
xxx
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The Small boat rocked a little as the tall pirate beside me shifted his weight. I could barely keep myself from laughing, the sight of him in women's clothing was such a comical sight. I knew that I myself, must have looked just as amusing but it wasn't me I was looking at.
Ragetti seemed to be taking it all in his stride, in fact he seemed to be enjoying it; his long thin arms delicately holding his parasol, mimicking the rich ladies he had seen long ago before the curse.
He looked down at me and grinned stupidly. His good eye gleamed, lovely and liquid.
"This is just like what the Greeks done at Troy . 'Cept they was in a horse instead of dresses. Wooden horse."
I might have rolled my eyes but at that moment a smile almost touched my lips. The pirate next to me, despite all the things he had done, all the plundering and killing, was as innocent as a child remembering a history lesson. I had taught him about the Greeks. He wasn't as dense as he looked.
After a moment or two Ragetti began to giggle and wave. He was taking this a little too far.
"Stop that!" I commanded him "I already feel like a fool!"
Ragetti, being a man that leapt before he looked blurted out:
"You look Nice though."
I frowned. "I look nice?!" I asked harshly.
I am often harsh with Ragetti, and I know that I would feel bad afterwards if it weren't for the damned curse but Ragetti's used to it now. Or at least I think he is. How do I know? If the curse wasn't there would he cry? Would he even be able too?
I suddenly felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. I'd absent mindedly fought with him and we had been revealed. All of us.
If Ragetti didn't last against the Navy it would've been all my fault.
For once I was glad of the curse, but also angry at it at the same time.
I couldn't feel guilt.
I couldn't love.
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I know, short but I only wrote it for fun. If you liked this reveiw me and I might write a longer Pintel and Ragetti fic.
xxx