He had been sitting, as usual, on the banister of the Black Pearl, with both legs over the side, when Jack shouted.
"Oi!!" Ragetti jumped, as usual, and fell into the icy water, 15 feet below him, for the third time this week. As he surfaced, he toook a deep breath and checked to be sure his eye was still in place. He was disturbed, though, when no one made any notice to his sudden absence. Oh sure, he thought, if it was Jack's hat, Mr. Gibbs would be a-hollerin' at someone to get it... He thought bitterly as he climbed up the side of the ship.
Once back on deck, he shook the water off his sleeves and out of his greasy hair. "Oi!!" Jack called again, and Ragetti turned slowly. " 'O do you think you are?" Ragetti did not move, but replied shakily, "S-sir?"
But the Next words Jack spoke were not registered in his mind. Ragetti snapped, then and there, and punched Jack square in the nose. The probably-drunk captain was knocked backwards and fell onto his back. Mr. Gibbs, of course, had rushed to the Captain, and Pintell pulled Ragetti back. "Mate..."
But Ragetti struggled loose, "Don' 'Mate' me!" He pointed down to Jack's scraggly figure, "You ha' been pushin' me around sin' I got 'ere! You ain' nothin' but a coward who never fought fer anythin' 'e ever got!" Mr. Gibbs, helping up the captain, opened his mouth to speak, but Ragetti wasn't finished yet.
"An' you!" He said, turning to him, "You standin' up fer 'im! You supersticious git!" This time, it was Pintell he interrupted before he could speak.
Ragetti turned sharply, "Just SHU' UP!" He said, not really caring who he was. The entire crew fell scilent and looked at Ragetti's thin, pulsing with rage figure, and he turned to hide away in the bunks.
However, he was stopped by a withered hand on his shoulder. He wasn't gonna be punished for something that was deserved, but he paused as this person spoke. "I'll naught be havin such unnessecary dribble on--"He turned sharply again, shoved Captain Barbossa backwards "You're unnessecary dribble!"
The captain staggered back, and stared at him in disbelief. The monkey, however, came screeching to his defense. Ragetti made for the 'lit'le hairy theif', but it scurried back behind Barbossa and perched upon his shoulder.
He unseathed his dull blade, " 'o wants some? Eh?!" He eyed each one of them in turn, before completely dropping his sword, returning calmly to his course for the bunks.
However, once down there, he did not lay in his hammock, but curled his thin, frail figure into a ball and sat in one of the corners. He did not cry, or whimper, or anything. He just sat, reassuring himself that he wasn't sorry for what he did.
