And so it was that the gang found themselves gathered around a ping pong table. All of their eyes were glued to Jack, who was waving a ping pong paddle back and forth menacingly.
"'O's goin' ta be the first one ta go up against me?" he shouted, waving it even more furiously.
Everyone blinked at him, and Ragetti and Pintel shuffled back a few steps. That was the last thing they should've done, because their movement caught Jack's eye.
"Ah! One of you, get up 'ere!" Jack barked, his eyes flashing a bit crazily.
Pintel and Ragetti glanced at each other, neither wanting to go. Pintel was getting ready to shove Ragetti forward, when Ragetti whined, "But, Pintel, it's not fair for me ta hafta go up agains' this maniac before ya! He stole me eye- and 'e won't give it back!"
Pintel shrugged, and said, "Tough luck, mate."
And then he shoved Ragetti forward.
"We 'ave a winner!" Jack crowed, before throwing a ping pong paddle to Ragetti.
Ragetti caught it, but he fumbled with it a bit, trying to stall for time.
"Stop playin' with the paddle!" Jack roared, spit flying from his mouth.
Ragetti flinched, and stopped immediately. With a glum face, he announced with a sigh, "All righ'. I'm ready."
"Good!" Jack said, and held up Ragetti's wooden eyeball for all to see. "Let the games… begin!"
He smacked that little wooden eye with all his might, and it came rocketing towards Ragetti. To his credit, Ragetti did try to hit it back to Jack, but, alas, it was all for nothing. The eyabll bounced off the table, and went flying into the wall.
"Point for me!" Jack sang, dancing in a funky little circle. He had just started to do the disco, when Norrington interrupted him.
"Um, Jack, don't you think it's time we get back to the game?" For once, Norrington sounded a little unsure. Well, who can blame him, for Jack did seem a tad unstable.
Jack stopped mid-disco and glared at Norrington. "Clearly," he hissed through gritted teeth. "You do not understand the process of a good victory dance."
He had just gone to retrieve the eye, when Ragetti unwisely piped up, "Yes, a victory dance is all good an' well, but ye 'aven't won yet, 'ave ye?"
Jack slowly turned to Ragetti, wooden eyeball in hand. "Wot did ye say?" His voice was low, and really freaky and dangerous sounding.
"I said… umm… 'ave a cupcake with pink frostin' an' sprinkles on… it?" Ragetti was sweating now, and he looked really nervous.
Jack stalked back over to Ragetti, and grabbed the front of his shirt. "Are ye sure that's wot you said? 'Cause to me, it sounded like ye said I hadn' won yet."
Ragetti gulped, and his one eye glanced around the room, looking for an escape. "Er-um…"
"That is wot you said, I'n't it!" All traces of sanity had left Jack now, and he began to drag Ragrtti around the room, galloping with all his might. Everyone watched this, open-mouthed.
"No, I didn'! I swear it!" Ragetti howled, clearly in distress.
"Then say it!" Jack said, still trotting in circles. "Say I won!"
"Ye won! Ye won!" Ragetti cried, his one eye wide.
Jack promptly dropped Ragetti on the ground. "Okay, then." He did a really bizarre war dance before returning to the ping pong table.
"'O wants ta go next?"