For this week, FreedomoftheSeas suggested that we do something out of the ordinary--challenge each other with different prompting questions! Her question for me was, naturally, "How did Pintel and Ragetti tie each other to the mast in AWE?" It wasn't an easy question to answer, believe me.

A/N: Some might recognize Annie "Finch" Sparrow, Jack's cousin and the family member he likes least, from my fic "Taking Chances". Isaiah is not an OC--he is the Chaplain. Although, they never go in-depth with his character, so I gave him all of his personality traits...so, does that make him an OC? Hmm...*goes to take Tylenol for developing headache."

I apologize for the following fic. I really do.

Genre: Humor

Gravity, My Dear Isaiah

"You want me to do what?!"

Finch looked from one eager face to the other, trying to decide who the bigger idiot of the pair was.

Naturally, it was a tie.

Ragetti held out the rope. "Tie us ta the mast, upside down, so when the boat flips we'll be the roight way up!"

Finch cocked an eyebrow. There were more holes in that logic than there holes in a beggar's shoes! Still…she glanced around the deck, watching Jack, Barbossa, and the others attempt to flip the Pearl. She turned back to Ragetti with the slightest of smirks. This could prove to be quality hilariousness, providing neither Pintel nor Ragetti died in the course of action. Besides, who was she to refuse Ragetti's pleading look?

"FINE!" Finch made a big show of throwing her hands into the air and huffing, but that didn't stop Ragetti from almost tackling her into a hug. She stalked over the mast and studied it. "How are we going to do this…" her voice trailed off as Pintel stood upside down on his palms, balancing quite well despite the increasing unsteadiness of the ship. "What…"

Ragetti shrugged. "We did a lo' o' acrobatin' in our days." He beamed.

"Oh...kay."

Ragetti wrapped his skinny arms around Pintel's undeniably rotund tummy and struggled to pick him up. Finch couldn't help herself—she burst out laughing at the ludicrous site. Some way or another, the scrawny lad managed to pick up his heftier uncle and press him firmly—still upside down—against the mast. Quickly, still giggling madly, Finch sprang forward with the rope. She wrapped it around Pintel securely, double-knotting it to be sure.

Then, Ragetti turned to her. Finch's eyes went wide. "Oh no! I don't care how skinny you are…"

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Isaiah stopped in the middle of deck, his eyes widening. Pintel and Ragetti were both tied to the mast—upside down, of all things! Finch stood before them, hands on her hips, and biting down on her lip to keep from sniggering.

Curious, Isaiah walked over, trying to keep his balance. "Do I want to know?"

"You don't have to know!" Finch beamed. "Just watch. After all, it's only gravity."

A/N: I remember reading somewhere(although I can't remember where) at one point Pintel and Ragetti worked as street performers. So, I just decided to incorporate that into my fic...at least to explain how they managed to get upside down.

Anyways...*goes off to wash odd image of Ragetti picking up upside down Pintel off brain*