Chapter 12-Ragetti's Story
Ragetti picked up Jack's compass and smiled at it. Now all he needed was the other one. That girl, he had sent her down into a black pit, so how would he get her compass? He needed both of them, or this one would never stop spinning or glowing. "Death." He muttered. He hated these compasses, but still he wanted them. They could detect death. If the person who held it was dead, which hardly ever happened, then it would spin and light up. Ragetti snarled at it. Had it been stupid to steal the Aztec treasure again, after that twit Barbossa was through with it?
"Not at all." He growled to himself. Otherwise, he would never have been able to get the compasses. Jack and Rowena surely would've killed him first. When he finally got both of the compasses, he would return the last piece of treasure and be off with them. The compasses held yet another secret. A pirate's secret. More of a legend among some, but a truth among others.
If held in hands undead, the compass leads. It doesn't point north, but that's the key. It only works when you're not trying to find north. Take Isla de Muerta; for instance, when you look for it, you aren't trying to find North are you? No, you're trying to find Isla de Muerta.
Ragetti pocketed the compass. He was sure he would need it later, when he got the girl's. When he was alive again, he would be able to find all of the lost islands, the one's he'd heard about in stories from when he was younger. It was a childish dream, but no so childish when he thought of the reward. Treasure to no end, filling caves and ditches and scattered all over the beaches. He would be rich.
But that still wasn't the only reason why he wanted them so badly. They held secrets of the past. Forgotten secrets of pirates that once sailed these waters. Supposedly, the compasses held the meaning of a pirate's life, hidden inside. The key was how to get to it. But Ragetti had yet to figure it out. And when he did, the world would change.
A/n: sorry this chapter is so short, it's just that this wasn't really a chapter, more like an explanation of why the compasses mean so much, savvy? So, sorry again, longer chapter next time.
Ragetti picked up Jack's compass and smiled at it. Now all he needed was the other one. That girl, he had sent her down into a black pit, so how would he get her compass? He needed both of them, or this one would never stop spinning or glowing. "Death." He muttered. He hated these compasses, but still he wanted them. They could detect death. If the person who held it was dead, which hardly ever happened, then it would spin and light up. Ragetti snarled at it. Had it been stupid to steal the Aztec treasure again, after that twit Barbossa was through with it?
"Not at all." He growled to himself. Otherwise, he would never have been able to get the compasses. Jack and Rowena surely would've killed him first. When he finally got both of the compasses, he would return the last piece of treasure and be off with them. The compasses held yet another secret. A pirate's secret. More of a legend among some, but a truth among others.
If held in hands undead, the compass leads. It doesn't point north, but that's the key. It only works when you're not trying to find north. Take Isla de Muerta; for instance, when you look for it, you aren't trying to find North are you? No, you're trying to find Isla de Muerta.
Ragetti pocketed the compass. He was sure he would need it later, when he got the girl's. When he was alive again, he would be able to find all of the lost islands, the one's he'd heard about in stories from when he was younger. It was a childish dream, but no so childish when he thought of the reward. Treasure to no end, filling caves and ditches and scattered all over the beaches. He would be rich.
But that still wasn't the only reason why he wanted them so badly. They held secrets of the past. Forgotten secrets of pirates that once sailed these waters. Supposedly, the compasses held the meaning of a pirate's life, hidden inside. The key was how to get to it. But Ragetti had yet to figure it out. And when he did, the world would change.
A/n: sorry this chapter is so short, it's just that this wasn't really a chapter, more like an explanation of why the compasses mean so much, savvy? So, sorry again, longer chapter next time.