I almost sat this week's out because I couldn't find any inspiration---and then came along Freedom, with her alternative prompt: Port At first, I didn't have anything, but then...a bunny! So thanks, Freedom! This one goes out to you!
Disclaimer: I do not own PotC or any of it's wonderful characters...
Genre: Humor/General
Proper Sailor
"Lad." Pintel said gruffly, walking down the dock with a scowl, "there's only one way yer gonna learn 'ow ta be a right proper sailor."
Behind him, a scrawny young boy looked at him with wide eyes. "'ow's tha', Uncle Pint?"
"Pintel!" The older snapped. "Jus' Pintel. I ain't gonna be called no uncle. Yeh understand, Ragetti?"
Young Ragetti looked up at him and nodded. He glanced around the dock with a curious expression. "Unc…I mean, Pintel, wot are we doin' 'ere?"
Pintel grinned wickedly. "The first rule ta bein' a sailor is tha' yeh go' ta know 'ow ta swim."
Ragetti's eyes went wide and his mouth opened in a slight "o". He took a step backwards as he realized his uncle's intent, but the bigger and stronger Pintel merely lifted him up by the scruff of his neck and tossed him into the water.
Ragetti surfaced with a howl, struggling to stay afloat. People looked his way causally, but they were inhabitants of Tortuga, and had become rather callused against the odd sights they sometimes saw.
"Pint—Pintel!" Ragetti spluttered, flailing his arms wildly. "Help meh!"
"Help yerself." Pintel crouched. "I won't always be 'round, lad."
Ragetti wailed but swam as best he could to grab the wood of the dock. He pulled himself up quickly, gasping for breath. He then shot a look at Pintel—if eyes were weapons, the older man would have dropped dead.
Instead, he merely grinned. "No' bad. Let's see yeh do it again…with rocks in yeh pockets."
Understandably, Tortuga swiftly became the port Ragetti hated the most.
Poor Rags...I bet he's had to go through so many hazings in his lifetime...
Alright, because I feel like breaking out of my comfort zone(Ragetti, Pintel, Norrington, and Beckett), my next drabble, regardless of the prompt, shall be either a Barbossa or a Davy fic! So heads up, lads!
