It's not a drabble...but I suppose you guys aren't going to kill me for that, are you?

This was partly inspired by the fact that I've noticed a lot of people debate on how Jack would react to having a kid around...but what about the other members of the crew? How would they deal with it?

Disclaimer: I do not own PotC or any of its wonderful characters....

Genre: Humor/Family

Apples

"Shut 'er up, Rags!"

"I'm tryin', Pint! Nuffin is workin'!"

Ragetti pursed his lips together in deep thought. He studied the screaming bundle of rags in Pintel's arms. The thing that faintly resembled a human child was a fascinating shade of blue, punching and kicking the air with a maniacal force. Pintel glanced at Ragetti in thinly concealed desperation. "Help!"

"Well…" Ragetti looked around the street without a clue of what he has looking for. He and Pintel had been wandering around the streets of Tortuga when the faint wails of a baby had caught the attention of both. Finding the apparently abandoned little girl had been the easy part—calming her down was the tricky bit. Ragetti swept the alley with his gaze again; a crate of apples sat nearby.

And Ragetti was hit with inspiration.

"Wotch this, kid!" Ragetti exclaimed. He picked up three apples and began to juggle them.

Pintel scowled at him. "Quit clownin' 'round! This ain't the toime fer games, Rags!" he roared.

The baby, however, thought otherwise. It had stopped its frightful cries, watching this new sport with a furrowed brow. After a moment, the corners of the little creature's mouth began to twitch upwards in a faint smile. Ragetti looked at her with triumphant expression, forgetting for a moment that he was juggling with apples.

He dropped one on his head.

Pintel and Ragetti tensed instantly, waiting for the cries to resume. Instead, they were met with a miraculous sound: laughter.

Actual, real laughter.

Dazed, Ragetti picked up the fallen apple and tossed it into the air, allowing it to land on his head. The baby giggled wildly. Pintel frowned, beginning to catch on. Still holding the infant, he picked up an apple and threw at Ragetti.

"Ouch!" Ragetti yelped as it hit him in the chest. "Wot the heck was—"

He was interrupted because the baby was now howling—in the good way. Pintel hit him again, listening to the baby scream with wild joy. After about ten more rounds of pummeling poor Ragetti, the baby was content in Pintel's arms, looking for all the world a little angel.

Ragetti rubbed the back of his head. Pondering the thing, he stole a look at Pintel. "Wot do we do now?"

*dodges flying plot bunnies*

P.S.: If you haven't already, check out Belphegor's funny and accurate fic about a baby on the Black Pearl! It comes highly recommended!