Title: Converse

Words: 399

Rating: G


"Pinters?"

"Eh?"

"Whot do ye suppose 'appened te all our mates from the Black Pearl?"

"Um…"

"Ah bets most of them escaped. Jist like we did."

"Well, Rags, we did take the dog wit us."

"True but they 'ad Twigg they did. 'E was a right smart feller"

"Yeah 'e was. Wasn't 'e the one who figured how Jack's compass worked?"

"Ye mean before everyone knew?"

"Yeah. Ah remember 'im tellin' Koehler 'bout it."

"Di'in't know that. May Koehler rot in 'ell though. 'Long wit the Bo'Sun" ((spits))

"Jeezie Creezie, Rags. Di'n't know ye 'ated Koehler so much."

"Well, ah do… did… uhm…"

"But good riddance wit the Bo'Sun."

"Stupid blighter."

"Speakin' o' which, what 'appened te Bootstrap?"

"Remember? 'E's on Davy's ship and Turner was gonna stab Jones's 'eart te save 'im."

"Right. I guess this mess was our fault… collectively ah mean."

"Whot?"

"If we 'adn't a sent Bootstrap te the deps, we prol'ly woulda found the medallion soonah. Then we wouldn't a seen the Poppet, wouldn't a met Turner, and wouldn't a been captured by the British Navy."

"Real cause an' effect, Pinters. Ah don' think it's our fault. Even if it is, we're still back on the Black Pearl and no' bein' 'unted by the Royal Navy……wait… Pinters ah jist remembered something."

"Whot?"

"Ye never got me tha' glass eye!" ((shoves))

"'Ey! It's no' like I ever 'ad the opportunity, Rags! When an' where could ah have possibly gotten ye that glass eye?" ((shoves back))

"Whot about in Tortuga, eh? There was plenty a nice places there!" ((shoves again but giggles))

"Well, ah forgot! It's not like ye reminded me or noffink!" ((tackles to ground))

"Ah, fine… ah forgives ye, Pinters." ((giggles))

"Good. Now about our mates…"

"Oi! Mallot and Grapple!"

"Whot about 'em?"

"They weren't part of the captured! Does tha' mean…?"

"Ah think it does Rags… Jacoby, too. Di'n't see 'im after we 'ad te row out in the dresses."

"Ah think ah 'eard Turner complementin' Poppet on somffink… like a bomb in 'is ribcage er somffink…"

"Di'in't 'ave a chance did they?"

"No… Ah'm so 'appy we got one Pinters." ((cuddles))

"Aye, me too Rags." ((hugs back))

"'Ere's te you, mates! May ye escape te freedom jist like us!" ((salutes))

"Aye. Jist like us."