Ragetti's eye widened when Beckett's guest suddenly stormed into the office while his master was away, and he stopped playing the harp at once, his hands trembling too badly for him to play.
He was terrified of his master's new guest; despite the fact that he had a bucket tied to each foot filled with water that sloshed about as he moved; leaving a trail of moisture everywhere he went.
Davy Jones looked around the room slowly and when he only found Ragetti in it, he grumbled softly as he headed towards him, faintly amused as the harp player pulled on his shackle to try and run from him.
Calmly he took out his pipe with his tentacles and as he leaned forward to look Ragetti in his eye, it was lit and he blew a sour smelling ring in his face.
"Do you fear death, son of a Pirate Lord and descendant of one of the first Pirate Lords?" he asked, smacking his lips together to make a popping sound with them. "Do you fear what will happen once you die and are forced to face your sins?"
"I'm no' afraid o' death." Ragetti whispered, his eye tearing up from the smoke being blown into it.
Frowning, Davy stood up straight, his clawed hand snapping shut loudly.
"And why is that? Have you made your peace all ready with everything you've done?" he scoffed.
"No, bu' I'm no' afraid ta die nonetheless." Ragetti answered. "I pray fer et every nigh' afta Beckett is done rapin' me."
Davy's lips began to move rapidly at this blunt statement and a noise that could have been a laugh escaped him.
"I figured Cutler to be the one getting taken from behind, not the other way around." He said.
"Regardless, tha' is why I'm no' afraid." Ragetti said and he barely flinched as Davy's claw was suddenly around his neck, tightened just enough to let him speak.
"Are you now? So if I were to snap my claw and take your head off…" Davy asked, leaving the sentence open.
"I would be in yer debt fer freein' me o' this loife. This aint 'ow a pirate should live." Ragetti answered honestly.
For a moment, Davy almost really did kill him, if only to give the pirate some kind of mercy killing, but he instead took his claw away and snorted, putting away his pipe as he heard people coming.
Beckett soon came in, followed by Mercer who was holding a large wooden chest in his arms.
Jones eyed the chest hungrily and Beckett smiled as he stood in front of the fearsome creature, leaving Mercer to set the chest down on the desk.
"Whoever is in charge of the heart is in charge of the Flying Dutchman." Beckett said. "And I am in possession of the heart, Master Jones."
Jones made a popping sound with his lips, the ends of his tentacles curling up in rage.
"Give me back my heart." he growled. "If you do, I might not crush your skull with my claw!"
"Mercer?"
The chest was opened and a pistol aimed at the beating organ inside and Jones' anger instantly flagged at the open threat on his life.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"I want every single pirate dead to make room for the East Indian Trading Company to rule the seas." Beckett answered. "And I also want some of Sonata for harp in G major playing right now." He added sharply and Ragetti nodded as he began to play the Bach made piece of music.
Glancing over at his harp player, Beckett frowned when he saw redness around his neck slowly growing darker to form a bruise and he instantly turned his gaze on Jones.
"You touched my harp player." He said flatly.
"And what if I did then?" Jones snorted. "Just because you bugger him, that doesn't mean I need to respect the weak thing!"
Narrowing his eyes, Beckett tried to think of how he could punish Davy Jones for bruising his toy and he soon had it.
"I have your first assignment." He said, placing his hands behind his back.
"Do you now? And what makes you think I'll take orders from you?"
"Mercer?"
The pistol was cocked and made ready.
Jones' lip curled as he narrowed his eyes.
"What is it?"
"I want you to kill your pet kraykin…"
"Kraken."
Silence filled the room as Ragetti corrected his master and Beckett turned angry eyes on him.
"What?" he snapped.
Ragetti's fingers paused for a moment before going back to playing.
"Et's pronounced kraken. From the original Scandinavian." He explained softly.
He thought it over for a moment, and he then shrugged.
"Masta." He added finally.
Jones chuckled at Ragetti's correction and Beckett frowned as he balled his hands into fists.
"Either way!" he snapped, turning back to the captain of the Flying Dutchman. "I want your pet killed!"
"Why?" Davy demanded. "She could be useful!"
"She would be your weapon against me!" Beckett countered. "And I won't have it! Now destroy it before I destroy you!"
Davy Jones straightened up then, towering over Cutler Beckett as he glared down at him. His clawed hand snapped open and closed several times, wishing that he could snap his head off.
Mercer's pistol dug into the heart and Jones winced before he then backed down.
"Fine…" he growled and he left them alone once more, the water in his bucket shoes sloshing out more rapidly as he slammed his feet on the ground.
"Leave us, Mercer." Beckett ordered, looking down at Ragetti coldly.
Nodding, Mercer shot Ragetti a wicked smile before taking the chest and heading for the door.
"And, Mercer?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Beat that dog for me?" Ragetti winced at the order.
"With pleasure, sir!" Mercer nodded.
Once the door was shut, Beckett's hand flew out and Ragetti was knocked to the ground with the blow, his bottom lip cut and bleeding from connecting with his ring.
"Did you think that was funny? Correcting me in front of Jones like that?" Beckett demanded.
"Ye said et wrong. Ye 'ad ta say et righ'!" Ragetti argued; his lower lip trembling as Beckett headed for his toys once more.
Any confidence he had been starting to gain back was gone when Beckett reached for the figurine that he had made of Ragetti. The pin inside was covered in small spikes that tore into the skin when inserted into his flesh, causing more pain when it was twisted.
"Please! Don' use the pins agin, masta!" Ragetti wailed despite himself and Beckett was forced to pause and look down at him, the figurine held in his hand tightly.
"Are you sorry for trying to make your master feel stupid?"
"Aye…"
"And are you ever going to do that again?"
"No!"
"Then kiss me and show me how sorry you are." Beckett purred, reaching down to run his fingers through Ragetti's hair.
He shuddered at the touch but nodded, having no other choice but to submit while Davy Jones was forced to kill his pet.