Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Disney owns all the characters (except Diamond-
Marie and Julie Hopkins) and the places where this story is held. If only
Ragetti was mine! sniff
Diamond in the Rough
"Are we there yet?" Whined a tall and lanky pirate, his arms tired from rowing the small boat he was sitting in.
"For the hundredth time, no!" Replied his rowing-mate, a short and slightly plump pirate, who was growing tired of answering this question every fifteen minutes.
"I though' you said Tortuga was the closest island to Por' Royal?"
"It is! You jus' aren't rowin' fast enough!" Growled the short, stocky pirate. He didn't want to admit that he was only guessing Tortuga was the closest island to Port Royal.
The taller, lankier pirate immediately stretched out his long, skinny arms to collect his oars and to start rowing again.
After about ten minutes, the leaner pirate could not hold his tongue any longer.
"Pints, wha' are we gunna do once we get there?"
"Hide ya idiot! The whole of the Por' Royal Navy will be lookin' for us!"
"But they think we're los' at sea, don' they?" Inquired the lanky blond.
"They know one o' the lifeboats are missin', and they know where missin', so they know that we...." the portly man trailed off, waiting for his partner to finish the sentence.
"So they know tha' we .....are lost at sea?"
The well-rounded pirate gave the skinnier one a sharp slap around the ear.
"They know we stole the boa', you imbecile! Now jus' keep rowin', would ya?!"
"Yes Pints." The other pirate muttered dejectedly.
As darkness fell, the two scally-wags rowed the boat over to a small, jagged rock, and tied their boat up there for the cold, damp night now surrounded them.
"Pints?"
"Yes Rags? Wha' is it now?"
"Jus' wan'ed to say goodnigh', tha's all."
"Well, goodnight then. Now go ta sleep!" The stockier pirate could not help but give a little grin to himself. He admired his friends' childish yet positive outlook on things.
"Rags! Rags! Ragetti! Wake up!"
"...not today mum. I'll clean me room tomorra..." muttered the skinner pirate, who was talking in his sleep.
The other pirate who went by 'Pints', (more commonly known as Pintel), gave Ragetti a hard kick in the shins.
"Owwwwww! Wha' you do tha' for!?" Screamed Ragetti, now rubbing his leg profusely.
"It's mornin'! We gotta' stay on the move! What if the 'Dauntless' finds us?! Now come on, we don' have tha' far to row." Pintel grabbed the oars and started rowing, ignoring the small bruises now appearing on his friends shins.
When the sun reached its peak in the turquoise-blue sky, Pintel's stomach rumbled loudly.
When Ragetti heard his mates stomach groan, he reached inside his torn jacket and pulled out a small, grubby looking hip-flask. Forgetting his own thirst and hunger, he handed it to Pintel, who snatched the small leather type bottle from Ragetti's fingers.
A quarter of the way through the flask, Pintel glimpsed at Ragetti, who was licking his dry, salty lips, awaiting his turn for a drink.
"Here. You have the rest. I'm not that thirsty anyways." Pintel handed the hip-flask back to Ragetti, who took it gratefully, letting the contents flow down his parched throat.
Ragetti tied the top on, keeping some for later, or even tomorrow, as they had not yet seen any land all day.
As the sun sank into the horizon, the two misfits sat there. Ragetti, who was now growing bored, began to rub his wooden eye.
"Don't scratch it! You'll only make it worse for yourself." Pintel said, pulling Ragetti's hand away from his fake eye.
"But it itches!" Ragetti complained, now pulling the overly-large eye out of its socket, revealing a deep, black hole where there should've been another of his deep, sea-blue eyes. Pintel rolled his eyes and kept on rowing. Ragetti could be such a child at times.
Whilst fiddling with his wooden eye, Ragetti looked up and jumped in surprise, nearly turning the boat over in the process.
"Watch it! You almost topped us over!" Pintel yelled in an angry voice.
"But...but, there's l-l-land!" Ragetti squealed with delight, pointing over Pintel's shoulder.
When he turned to face the direction of Ragetti's finger, Pintel saw an amazing sight.
There, in front of them, was a small bay surrounded by rocky cliffs and mountains. But what excited them was not the bay, but what laid beyond it. The pair could see about three dozen lights coming from the shore. They could hear the singing of men, the sound of guns firing and, the best bit of all, the smell of rum!
"Tortuga!" The pair shouted in unison.
Diamond in the Rough
"Are we there yet?" Whined a tall and lanky pirate, his arms tired from rowing the small boat he was sitting in.
"For the hundredth time, no!" Replied his rowing-mate, a short and slightly plump pirate, who was growing tired of answering this question every fifteen minutes.
"I though' you said Tortuga was the closest island to Por' Royal?"
"It is! You jus' aren't rowin' fast enough!" Growled the short, stocky pirate. He didn't want to admit that he was only guessing Tortuga was the closest island to Port Royal.
The taller, lankier pirate immediately stretched out his long, skinny arms to collect his oars and to start rowing again.
After about ten minutes, the leaner pirate could not hold his tongue any longer.
"Pints, wha' are we gunna do once we get there?"
"Hide ya idiot! The whole of the Por' Royal Navy will be lookin' for us!"
"But they think we're los' at sea, don' they?" Inquired the lanky blond.
"They know one o' the lifeboats are missin', and they know where missin', so they know that we...." the portly man trailed off, waiting for his partner to finish the sentence.
"So they know tha' we .....are lost at sea?"
The well-rounded pirate gave the skinnier one a sharp slap around the ear.
"They know we stole the boa', you imbecile! Now jus' keep rowin', would ya?!"
"Yes Pints." The other pirate muttered dejectedly.
As darkness fell, the two scally-wags rowed the boat over to a small, jagged rock, and tied their boat up there for the cold, damp night now surrounded them.
"Pints?"
"Yes Rags? Wha' is it now?"
"Jus' wan'ed to say goodnigh', tha's all."
"Well, goodnight then. Now go ta sleep!" The stockier pirate could not help but give a little grin to himself. He admired his friends' childish yet positive outlook on things.
"Rags! Rags! Ragetti! Wake up!"
"...not today mum. I'll clean me room tomorra..." muttered the skinner pirate, who was talking in his sleep.
The other pirate who went by 'Pints', (more commonly known as Pintel), gave Ragetti a hard kick in the shins.
"Owwwwww! Wha' you do tha' for!?" Screamed Ragetti, now rubbing his leg profusely.
"It's mornin'! We gotta' stay on the move! What if the 'Dauntless' finds us?! Now come on, we don' have tha' far to row." Pintel grabbed the oars and started rowing, ignoring the small bruises now appearing on his friends shins.
When the sun reached its peak in the turquoise-blue sky, Pintel's stomach rumbled loudly.
When Ragetti heard his mates stomach groan, he reached inside his torn jacket and pulled out a small, grubby looking hip-flask. Forgetting his own thirst and hunger, he handed it to Pintel, who snatched the small leather type bottle from Ragetti's fingers.
A quarter of the way through the flask, Pintel glimpsed at Ragetti, who was licking his dry, salty lips, awaiting his turn for a drink.
"Here. You have the rest. I'm not that thirsty anyways." Pintel handed the hip-flask back to Ragetti, who took it gratefully, letting the contents flow down his parched throat.
Ragetti tied the top on, keeping some for later, or even tomorrow, as they had not yet seen any land all day.
As the sun sank into the horizon, the two misfits sat there. Ragetti, who was now growing bored, began to rub his wooden eye.
"Don't scratch it! You'll only make it worse for yourself." Pintel said, pulling Ragetti's hand away from his fake eye.
"But it itches!" Ragetti complained, now pulling the overly-large eye out of its socket, revealing a deep, black hole where there should've been another of his deep, sea-blue eyes. Pintel rolled his eyes and kept on rowing. Ragetti could be such a child at times.
Whilst fiddling with his wooden eye, Ragetti looked up and jumped in surprise, nearly turning the boat over in the process.
"Watch it! You almost topped us over!" Pintel yelled in an angry voice.
"But...but, there's l-l-land!" Ragetti squealed with delight, pointing over Pintel's shoulder.
When he turned to face the direction of Ragetti's finger, Pintel saw an amazing sight.
There, in front of them, was a small bay surrounded by rocky cliffs and mountains. But what excited them was not the bay, but what laid beyond it. The pair could see about three dozen lights coming from the shore. They could hear the singing of men, the sound of guns firing and, the best bit of all, the smell of rum!
"Tortuga!" The pair shouted in unison.