Norrington noticed the lanky pirate while the crew was being led to their new temporary homes before meeting the noose. He and his partner had been allowed to change back into their regular clothes instead of being left in those ridiculous dresses and now as they were being led into their cell, Norrington noted that he was clutching onto the short one's arm tightly.
Instead of being annoyed with him however, his companion just turned his head so that his lips were just touching his ear, whispering words of comfort no doubt as the one-eyed pirate's tension lessened.
It was this behavior that drove Norrington towards them and was the main reason why he ordered Murtogg and Mullroy to collect Ragetti two weeks later and bring him into his room, ignoring the confused looks that they gave him.
…
Groaning in annoyance, Norrington closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose that night as he heard shouting and cursing coming towards his room. Apparently the scrawny pirate had some fight in him still and the only thing that stopped him was when Norrington calmly opened the door and pointed a pistol at his face.
"Stop fighting before I kill you." He ordered.
Whimpering, Ragetti stopped and Murtogg and Mullroy let him go, giving Norrington a salute before leaving to attend to their other duties.
Putting the pistol away, Norrington took the chance to look Ragetti over.
He was a scrawny little thing; it was almost impossible to believe that he was a pirate at all. The shackles on his wrists were almost too big to fit around his wrists and Norrington thought that if he tried, the pirate could easily slip through them. His build was almost like a woman's, minus the breasts and plus the manhood and Norrington was soon staring.
"Wot do yer wan'?" Ragetti asked, and Norrington snapped out of his thoughts.
"Get inside." He ordered. Ragetti hesitated, looking from the open doorway to Norrington.
"Why?"
"Just do it, pirate!" Norrington snapped.
"Me name's Ragetti." He pointed out. "No' pirate."
"It won't matter in a few days what your name is now will it?" Norrington countered nastily. "You and your friend will just be another pair of pirates swinging in the breeze."
Shuddering, Ragetti looked away, biting his lower lip.
"Just get in the bloody room before I change my mind. I just want to talk to you about something." Norrington admitted.
Eyeing him warily, Ragetti slowly stepped inside, keeping his back away from him as he looked around.
His bedroom was very large and spacious, decorated in the style that Ragetti figured all the rich types liked so much. A desk was off to one side and his bed was one of the large soft looking types, the ones where a curtain could be pulled around to give the sleeper more privacy no doubt.
There was even a newly bought bottle of wine resting on the night table beside the bed, and Ragetti found himself looking over the room several times, vaguely wishing that he could have had a better life.
"Are you and that other pirate sleeping with each other?"
The question caught him off guard and Ragetti turned around and looked at Norrington in surprise.
"Wot?"
Rolling his eyes, Norrington pulled up a chair and sat down.
"Are you and your friend lovers?" he repeated.
"Wot kind o' question is tha'?!" Ragetti demanded. "Ye feckin'…"
Norrington promptly took out his pistol again and with a whimper Ragetti backed down once more, looking down at the ground.
"Just answer the question, please."
"Wot does et matta ta ye anyway?" Ragetti asked helplessly.
"Because…I…" Norrington looked away and mumbled the rest.
"Wot?"
"I said…I need help with asking someone of they love me or not!"
"Poppet?"
"If it was a woman I wouldn't need your advice now would I?" Norrington snapped.
When Ragetti flinched he mentally cursed himself before getting up and putting the pistol away for good this time, taking out a key instead for the shackles.
"If I take those off…will you help me?" he asked.
"I don' know 'ow much 'elp I kin gi' yer." Ragetti admitted.
"There is a member of my crew that I have known for a long time; a Lieutenant Gillette. I have feelings for him and I am unsure of how I should go about seeing if he shares my feelings. I figured that maybe you could help me since you're involved with another man." He explained, having Ragetti sit on the bed as he slipped the key into the first lock.
"Wh-why don' ye jus' talk ta 'im abou' et?" Ragetti asked, keeping his gaze down.
Blinking, Norrington stopped and looked up at him as if he were mad.
"Talk?" he asked.
"Loik…ask 'im 'ow 'e feels abou' yer." Ragetti explained. "Alone wi' no 'un aroun' ta ruin et fer yer, aye?"
When he was done taking the shackles off, Norrington leaned back and looked at Ragetti curiously, considering the idea as a viable one.
"And you think that…just talking to him will work?" he asked, arching one slender eyebrow. Ragetti shrugged, looking down at the ground shyly as he rubbed life back into his wrists.
"Et wouldn' 'urt naow would et?" he asked. "Pinters asked me afore we did anyfing."
"That's different. You two are both…"
"Pirates?"
"Exactly."
"We weren' always pirates." Ragetti pointed out. "In fac' we was in the Navy fer awhile afore leavin' ta a betta career path; 'un wot doesn' whip yer fer 'avin' a bi' o' dir' on yer shoes an' the loik."
"So you thought that being a lowly pirate was better than the Navy?" he scoffed.
"We don' git whipped wi' the cat." Ragetti said with a shrug. "An' we don' punish people fer bein' wot they ar'."
Norrington looked away, a slight blush crawling into his cheeks.
"Ye love this Gillette person, aye?" Ragetti asked. "Then why bother pretendin' ta care abou' poppet so much?"
"Because that is what is expected of me…"
"Tha's why bein' a pirate is betta." Ragetti said with a nod. "Ye don' 'ave ta pretend jus' so tha' people don' talk behind yer back."
Norrington thought this bit of advice over before he then reached forward and took the bottle of red wine resting on his night table and uncorked it.
"Drink?"
…
They drank the wine together like old friends; straight from the bottle and it wasn't soon after that that the wine got to Ragetti's head and he was looking at Norrington seriously.
"Well…if'n yer wan' ta be wi' this Gillette…maybe ye need ta practice firs', aye?" he asked, giving him a lopsided smile.
Norrington looked at him in confusion then, unsure if he had heard him correctly.
"What?"
"Bu' ye would 'ave ta gi' me somefing fer et." Ragetti added, thinking himself to be clever. "The key ta the cell an' a chance fer me an' Pinters ta git ou' o' 'ere! I aint goin' ta le' yer bugger me fer free ye know!"
"And what makes you think I want to?" Norrington asked, taking the bottle of wine and swishing the contents around to see how much was left.
Ragetti snatched the bottle away and downed the rest of it, letting the liquid spill from the corners of his mouth.
"Because ye don' wan' ta no' do et righ' when yer wi' Gillette." He said, burping softly at the end. "Righ'?" he asked.
"I suppose you're right…" Norrington admitted. "But…"
Ragetti's soft lips were pressed against his before he could finish his sentence and Norrington could do nothing but widen his eyes in shock.
The shock soon wore off and he kissed him back, moaning softly as he rested his hands on Ragetti's hips.
Smiling, Ragetti broke the kiss and looked at Norrington with lustful eyes.
"So ye agree ta me price, commodore?" he asked.
Nodding, Norrington ran his hands up the front of Ragetti's shirt, taking a firm hold of his nipples before twisting and pulling them, dragging him down into another kiss.
Yelping, Ragetti threw his head back and Norrington was soon suckling and biting down the sides of his neck, leaving bruises on his collarbone before flipping him over so that he was now lying on his back on his bed.
"Agreed." He panted, taking a firm hold of Ragetti's wrists and holding them over his head.
They made love for the rest of the night, screams of pleasure from both men ringing out into the night.
…
"And that is why your little bonnie lad over there is a whore." Norrington finished, spitting on the ground. "I didn't rape him or make him do anything he didn't want to. It was all his bloody idea!"
He then turned to a silently weeping Ragetti, his face cold and angry.
"I did as you said and he returned my love." He said. "Gillette and I made love on the Interceptor the night our true feelings came out and the next day he was dead because of your captain!" he snarled and without another a word he stormed off; leaving a stunned Pintel with a miserable Ragetti.
