Since their first meeting, Weatherby Swann and Ragetti became fast friends in slavery.
Weatherby would often come and bring Ragetti news about his dog Lazzaro; which was relatively good news ever since Murtogg and Mullroy took the dog in and began caring for him.
In return for this news, Ragetti would play music for him and tell him everything that Beckett was planning to do. Weatherby often felt guilty about handing Port Royal over to the madman, but Ragetti would try his best to comfort him; pointing out his daughter's cleverness in defeating the old crew of the Black Pearl as proof that she and the others would defeat Beckett and this would always cheer the governor up.
However, when Beckett started filling up every jail in Port Royal with prisoners, the two became worried about his plans. While Ragetti was forced to play music and Weatherby to sign cruel laws into effect; the two would often steal glances at each other, wondering what Beckett was up to now.
…
"His daughter's dead you know."
Ragetti's fingers froze over the strings and he looked at Beckett in horror.
The man was looking at his map, his back facing him as he kept his hands behind his back in serious concentration. Frowning, he wiped some dirt away from the map before turning to Ragetti.
"Why did you stop playing?"
"'ow do ye know?" Ragetti asked.
"I want mus…"
"Fergit the bloody music!" Ragetti snapped. "'ow do ye know Poppet's dead?!"
Becket was silent, his eyes narrowed.
"Please, masta!" Ragetti tried. "Tell me!"
"The kraken found them a few weeks before Norrington came and gave me the heart." Beckett answered coldly. "I had a few ships go out to see if they could find anything and among the wreckage and dead pirates…they found a woman's hand."
Ragetti grew deathly pale.
"It was badly rotten, but you could still tell that it was a woman's…"
"Stop."
"The skin slid right off when they tried to retrieve it…"
"Stop et!"
"You were the one demanding to know what happened to her!" Beckett huffed. Noting the look on Ragetti's face, he frowned and slowly leaned forward.
"I am warning you now, pet!" he hissed. "If you tell the old man about his daughter…I will make you suffer greatly for it!"
"'e should know!"
"If he knew then he wouldn't do what I want him to!" Beckett growled. "And I swear to God if you tell him…I will ignore the fact that you're my pet and I will torture you before leaving you to Mercer! You know how much he hates you!"
Bowing his head sadly, Ragetti nodded.
…
"What do you think my daughter is doing now?" Weatherby asked him the next day after Beckett and his men had left for lunch.
Ragetti winced as if he had just been hit.
Noticing the flinch, Weatherby tilted his head to one side and frowned.
"Mackenzie, what's wrong?" he asked gently.
"Nuffin'…" he lied, looking away.
"Mackenzie, I can tell that you're lying to me." Weatherby sighed. "Now what's the matter, friend?"
Biting his lower lip, Ragetti desperately wanted to tell his new friend about his daughter's fate but when he turned to look at him, he found that he could not destroy the old man's hopes like that.
"I'm sure tha' Poppet an' Jack ar' jus' foine!" he said with a weak smile. "They ar' probably somewhere noice righ' naow." He added, believing this to be true when it came to Heaven.
"I hope so." Weatherby said with a smile. "I hope that they're planning some kind of comeback against Cutler and his army right this moment!"
Ragetti could only nod, guilt making his chest hurt.
Without a word, he began to play a slow and mournful song as Weatherby leaned back and imagined his daughter plotting some kind of grand scheme to defeat Beckett and his forces, unaware that she was long dead.