The Snarling Hound was renamed The Pintel and everyone agreed that Ragetti seemed to have a natural talent for leading people, although he was still shy about it all, often asking if people would do something instead of just telling them to do it.

The British flag had been taken down and replaced with a simple black flag. Ragetti had explained that since he wasn't a recognized captain in the eyes of the Brethren Court, he was not allowed to make up his own colours for the ship.

The fact that he held and could use two of the Pieces of Eight was also a bonus when it came to how everyone felt about his leading skills. The Pintel could have easily outraced any other ship out there as it seemed to just barely touch the water, propelled by both the winds and the waves that Ragetti now controlled.

They spanned miles of ocean in mere days when it would have taken anyone else weeks and when Ragetti announced one morning that they would be at Shipwreck Cove in the afternoon of the next day, cheers went up and his cheeks burned a bright red as Norrington clapped him on the back.

"Good work, captain."

"Don' call me tha'." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his head shyly. "I aint a cap'n o' nuffin' unless the Cour' says I am."

"Well when we get there I'll put in a good word for you." He offered with a wink.

"'onestly? I fink tha' ye an' the others should keep a low…a low?"

"Profile?" Norrington offered.

"Aye, tha's the word! The pirates o' Shipwreck Cove won' fink twice afore shootin' ye; e'en wi' me there ta back yer up!"

"We'll burn that bridge when we get to it." Norrington assured him as he handed him a bottle of rum.

Ragetti looked at the bottle in surprise, cocking an eyebrow.

"I though' tha' Beckett banned rum?"

"This crew always saw his laws as more guidelines than actual rules." Norrington explained with a laugh.

Giggling softly at the familiar phrase often used by Gibbs, Ragetti took a swig before announcing that today would be a day of rest for everyone.

…

It was during the night celebration that Ragetti noticed Weatherby's strange behavior. The former governor was standing off to the side and leaning on the railing, staring out into the night sky with a blank expression on his face.

Watching him for a while, Ragetti noted the look on his face and he instantly recognized it for what it was. Walking up behind him quietly, Ragetti rested a hand on his shoulder as he stepped up to stand beside him.

"I always though' ye were goin' ta kill yerself afore we go' away, no' afta." He said softly, mindful to make sure that no one else heard him.

"When my wife died, the only thing keeping me here was our daughter." Weatherby said. "I tried my best…"

"She came ou' jus' foine, sir." Ragetti assured him.

"Sir?" Weatherby asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Yer still a noble."

"But so are you through your mother." He pointed out, and Ragetti was forced to shrug as he turned around and leaned his back up against the railing. Looking up at the sky, he identified a few constellations before speaking up again.

"Ar' ye really goin' ta kill yerself?"

"Are you going to try and stop me?"

"Et's no' me life ta mess wi'." He said. "Bu' I'll pray fer yer."

"I believe tha Bible has a few choice words for people who commit suicide."

"Loik wot?" Ragetti asked, looking puzzled.

"Like how if you kill yourself you go to Hell."

Jesus neva said tha'!"

"It's in the Old Testament."

"Tha' Ole Testamen' is full o' shite!" Ragetti snorted. "Et's jus' full o' God killin' people fer pissing 'im off an' 'e e'en punishes their children! An' wot was wrong wi' wot me an' Pinters did? We loved each other! Et's…et jus' don' e'en gi' people the option o' mercy."

"Is that why you like the New Testament? Because of all of the mercy and forgiveness in it?"

Ragetti rubbed his eye then, trying to play it off as just some annoying splinters and not tears burning at the still intact tear ducts.

"Jesus ga' a thief mercy righ' afore 'e died because 'e said 'e were sorry." He explained softly. "I figger 'e could do the same fer me so I kin git ta Fiddler's Green. An'…"

He hesitated then, looking down at the ground.

"An' I 'ope 'e le' Pintel inta Fiddler's Green."

"I'm sure he did." Weatherby promised gently.

"An' I'm sure tha' if ye kill yerself tha' 'e'll le' ye go ta yer daughter." Ragetti said with a small smile.

"Thank you, Ragetti."

Smiling, Ragetti nodded and he left to give Weatherby his privacy.

That night, he dreamt about Pintel greeting him at the tavern in Fiddler's Green and he wept and smiled in his sleep.

…

The next morning, it was discovered that Weatherby was missing.

They searched high and low for him but Ragetti knew that he would not be found and he mentally offered up a prayer for his soul.

The black flag was flown at half mast all the way to Shipwreck Cove.