Despite what people thought, Ragetti was more observant than people gave him credit for. He tended to notice little things that most people overlooked. The problem was he never actually saw them for what they were until it was too late.
No need to worry about the monkey's strange behavior. No need to remember how, upon entering the mambo's shack, it suddenly quieted and sniffed the air. Never mind it curiously examining a pair of boots (that were obviously on a pair of feet) in the next room. Who cares about a tattered hat in the Captain's hands that seemed so irritatingly familiar? He was too busy watching the jar of eyes that hung of the ceiling, staring at him, mocking him.
The second time he came back to the shack he had the niggling feeling that there was something more he should have seen. Hegave Pintel an uneasy glance as Tia Dalma spoke. His friend did not look perturbed.
When his former-Captain strode down the steps easy as anything, apple in hand, and fixed his wicked gaze on all of them Ragetti's blood froze.
"So tell me, what's become of my ship?" Barbossa bit into the apple with relish.
Oh fuck.