Norrington was an utter mess when he suddenly came into Beckett's office, his hair wild and covered in mud and his face bearing an unkempt beard.
Blinking, Ragetti stopped his playing and watched as the disgraced officer slapped down some papers on Beckett's desk.
"Norrington?"
The scruffy looking man turned and looked at him with cold eyes.
"Where's Beckett?" he demanded.
"'e's ou' righ' naow." Ragetti answered. "'e's off watchin' a play. 'e should be back lata."
"Then I'll just wait over here." Norrington said, sitting down in one of the large cushion chairs that Beckett only allowed important guests to sit in.
"Why do ye look loik tha'?"
"Like what?" he snapped, in a sour mood.
"Loik…a mess?"
"You have your old crewmates to thank for that!" Norrington snapped. "Now kindly stop talking before I shut your mouth for you!"
Flinching, Ragetti nodded as he wrung his hands together, glancing over at the papers on the desk.
They looked familiar somehow, like he had seen them before.
Shrugging, he quietly looked back at his harp and he lightly began to play, deciding to play an old Naval song for his guest.
It was a slow and sad piece and Norrington soon found himself listening to it sadly.
"How do you know that song?" he asked when it was finished, his voice softer than before.
"I was in the Navy fer a bit." He said with a shrug. "Wi' me mate Pinters."
"Pinters?" Norrington asked with a frown.
"Pintel." He explained.
Norrington thought for a moment and he then looked back at Ragetti in surprise now.
"What's your full name?" he asked.
"Mackenzie Giovanni Ragetti…"
"The same Mackenzie Ragetti who was First Lieutenant of the HMS Proud Tortoise? Who once was successful in saving a merchant ship from pirates at the loss of his eye?" Norrington asked.
Ragetti blushed, shrugging his shoulders. He was always embarrassed when his Naval past was brought up, especially since he had been forced to join in the first place.
"Aye."
Norrington stared at him in surprise, but he was stopped from speaking further when Beckett came in and Ragetti quickly started to play music.
Cocking an eyebrow, Beckett picked up the papers and Norrington stood up, pointing out that he had taken the liberty of putting his name on them.
"And what do you have to pay for these?" Beckett asked with an arched eyebrow and Ragetti frowned in confusion when Norrington threw down a wrapped up parcel on the desk.
When Beckett took out Davy Jones' beating heart with an evil smile playing at his lips, Ragetti's eye grew wide in horror.