A/N: Random one-shot. Post-CotBP, maybe post DMC. May contain spoilers. Nevermind, it's pre-DMC, post CotBP. Yeah, really short by the way.
Ragetti laughed, pulling Pintel to his feet. It was impolite of him to be laughing at his friend the way he did, but he couldn't help himself. Pintel looked so awkward in his suit. And wig. powdered wig. Ragetti burst out laughing.
"Ye can't even walk in them clothes they're so new to ye."
"Shut up," Pintel spat. Apparently he hadn't grown usd to his being a gentleman of fortune instead of being a pirate.
After they had asked parley aboard the Dauntless when Norrington's men had captured them, they'd managed to be granted clemency for testifying against the others in court. They had been payed a hefty sum for the few treasures they 'relieved' fom the cave on Isla del Muerta by an antique shop.
And so nearly overnight they had become rich men. they walked down the street now, men, gentlemen, with money in the pockets of their finely tailored suits. And true to Pintels' word, they'd done everything. They'd lifted the curse. They'd become gentlemen of fortune. And they got Ragetti an eye- "one what fits and's made of glass". They couldn't help but sing a very familiar tune as they walked down the street.
"We're devils and blacksheep, we're really bad eggs... drink up me hearties yo ho!"