AN: I have this all planed out in my head, the order that it is going in, the scenes in the movie.
And originally this was a different character, Anamaria in fact. But I changed it at the last possible
moment and here is the result. It is shorter than the others, but this was a hard sin to do. But it
was fun to do. I hope others like it and can guess it correctly.

Heh, it's getting closer to Jack's. Everyone wants to know what's his is. Well all I can say is this.
Each part is based off of a line in the movie. And that is where I pull their sin from. Some may be
obvious others not. Barbossa's with the line about the rings of hell wasn't very close, since he
didn't even say it. Elizabeth's was the song "Pirate's life for me." and Norrington was the part
about him needing a 'fine woman.' and Pintel's was his comment about "after ten years of hording
swag." There, does that make some things clear?

Oh yes, THANK YOU for all the reviews. I love them!

Dedication: Still to Norah.

Disclaimers: Mouse owns Pintel and Ragetti, Norah owns the idea and summary, God owns the
sins. I own my own delusional mind.

The Sea and the Sin
Part 4: Pintel
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Most of the rest of the crew think me to be a slow man. A fool. Definitely not the brightest
member Barbossa ever took on. Well dumbest, save perhaps for ol' Ragetti.

But you see, that's where the problem lies. I spend all me time trying to think for him that I don't
end up thinking for meself. So while Ragetti gets half of me thoughts, I end up having to run on
half me own thoughts so that while I know that I am smarter than I act, I have to act through two
at once so that he is smarter than he was and it all evens out...

Oh bugger it, I confused meself.

Here on the Isle de Muerte each of us has our own lil' section where we stow our swag. Ragetti
moved his in with mine some years back after he took to noticing that some of his stuff started
disappearing. Crew don't respect him much, not much me either.

Well I am quite proud of me pile. It isn't just gold. There are pretty pieces of papers with pictures
on them, jewels that the King of England would envy, books that I can't read very well, blankets
with stuff woven as designs. I even store food there. Course it goes bad, but I like to look at it. I
like to collect as much as I can and every once in awhile taste some to see if the curse has worn
off, just a little.

Course it never does.

But now we have the Turner lass. Quite a beauty she is. Makes me wish I would had collected a
stash of pretty ladies along with my pile.

When you're a simple man like me, this curse hits you hard. I used to love everything. To eat, to
drink and be merry, to spend my time pillaging and plundering and in pleasurable company. So
when all that is taken away, I have to save as much as I can in hope for when it is gone.

As I stand here and look at my collection, I feel happy. As I always do when I see it. Course now
an average man might think that I have enough money to eat, drink, and be merry for the rest of
me days. But no not me. I have to have more. Else I feel empty.

Course though when I think of it, with the curse and all, I feel pretty empty at the moment.

Eh.

That's why I can't wait for Barbossa to get on with it and break the curse, cause as soon as he
does, I plan on eating 'til my belly bursts and all the food come splashing back out. Then I will
find some more food and eat again. And after that I'll find meself a good looking whore, and
Ragetti one too. I'll make sure my needs are all sated and then some. I won't stop until I make up
for all these absent years.

Ragetti is a different sort of pirate. Definitely the dullest member, but he has his moments of
insight. Hah. There was this one time where he warned me that if I kept up this massive storing of
prize, that I'd make myself sick. Sick on what? I asked him. He just gave me that blank, half
comprehending look of his, made worse by that lolling wooden eye of his.

I think he was thinking of the food that I collected, and if I were to eat all that I brought with me,
then I would make meself sick. Course I am cursed and therefore can not get sick.

But he thinks, tries to at least. You see there is a difference from being born with no intelligence
and trying, like he was, and just plumb ignoring the brain that your mother gave ya. That's why I
help him. He tries.

But I still can not bring my thoughts off of the impending blood sacrifice. Once it is done, then all
of my heart's desires can come true.

So I wait. What's a few minutes longer compared to years upon years of waiting?

Well of course time has that sense of being longer when it is only minutes left and by some
strange turn of events, it seems longer than all those previous years but not really it is all in me
mind and in reality it is just a few seconds that seem like years...

Bugger! I'm confused again.

I guess I am better off just going back to my horde and waiting those year like seconds until the
blood is spilled over Turner's coin.

Because once it happens, I can begin my consumption.