"I aint goin' ta play yer any music so ye migh' as well kill me naow!" Ragetti huffed, turning away from the smiling Beckett.

Beckett chuckled at his proposal, twirling the small figurine in his hand.

"How noble of you to say that." He said. "And how should I kill you?"

"Et don' matta ta me. I've been dead since Pintel was drowned by yer red coated dogs!" Ragetti snapped, his eye starting to water at the memory of seeing Pintel hurled over the side and landing in the water with a splash; a heavy rock tied around his throat to drag him down to the bottom.

A single tear drop of blood slipped from the corner of his empty eye socket and he shuddered and flinched away from Beckett's gloved finger as it wiped the oddity away.

"That hole can still produce tears?"

"Sometoimes…"

"Fascinating!"

"I'm no' some kind o' animal fer ye ta study!" he snarled.

"Of course you're an animal." Beckett snorted. "You're my pet."

"I tol' ye! I won' play ye music loik some kind o' bird in a cage!"

Beckett narrowed his eyes and twisted off the figurine's head. It was hollow inside, a thick black pin held within. Shaking the pin out, Beckett cupped his hand and kept it hidden as he slowly started to walk behind Ragetti.

"You're positive then?" he asked. "You refuse to be my harp player?"

"Aye!" Ragetti growled, refusing to look at him, staring hard out the window at the setting sun. "I would rather die than be yer slave!"

The pin was plunged into the back of his neck.

Pain erupted from behind Ragetti's eye and as he went blind, he howled and fell off of the stool.

"Me eye! Ye've blinded me!" he screamed, clapping his hands over his now dead eye.

The pin was twisted, and his arms and legs soon felt the same intense pain as they started to convulse and feel like they were on fire.

"Pressure points are beautiful things." Beckett said softly, ignoring the fact that Ragetti's agonized screams were drowning him out. "They can take away and give pain in such amazing ways!"

"Please…" Ragetti whimpered.

"Are you going to be my harp player?" Beckett asked. "Or shall I take out a few more pins and use them on you?"

Ragetti bit his tongue, whimpering.

"Well? I am waiting for an answer, pet."

"I…I'll play…"

The pin was removed, and Ragetti could see again almost instantly, the pain leaving him just as fast.

He looked at his hands in faint wonder before he then looked at Beckett fearfully.

"Play me something happy." He ordered. "Something light that you could dance to if you could."

Nodding, Ragetti slowly got back onto his stool and with trembling hands he started to pluck the strings and play a happy tune for him as another blood tear fell.

Nodding, Beckett softly hummed along to the music as he went to his desk and picked up the glass eye.

"Don't look so miserable!" he chided him when the song was over. "I even bought you a gift! A beautifully crafted glass eye!"

Ragetti looked at the glass eye blankly.

"I loiked me wooden 'un betta." He snorted.

"I'm sure you did." Beckett said with a knowing smile.

Ragetti gave him a wary look, not liking that smile of his one bit.

"Wot ye smilin' fer?" he asked.

"I know what the eye is for and who you are, Mackenzie Giovanni Ragetti! You are the direct descendant of Calix One Eye; one of the first pirate lords who helped seal Calypso away in her human form!"

Ragetti's eye slowly grew wide at the revelation.

"Bu'…'ow could ye know?!" he stammered.

"The wooden eye was his and it's one of the Pieces of Eight used to seal her away!" Beckett said with a triumphant laugh.

Leaning forward, he forced the glass eye into Ragetti's socket, making him flinch at its coldness as it popped into place and stayed put.

"You and this eye are one of the pieces I need to rid the world of pirates." He said happily. "You should feel honored! Now, sing me something!"

Ragetti could only stare at him in horror, shaking his head slowly.

"Yer insane…"

Beckett picked up the figurine of a pirate and when Ragetti saw the barbed tip on the end of the pin inside of it, he whimpered and shrank away, unable to get too far with his ankle chained to the stool.

Beckett could make pain last a very long time before the person finally passed out from it.