Somehow, Ragetti knew that Beckett's cabin would look just like his office back in Port Royal. The only difference between the two was that Ragetti's window to the outside world was now much smaller.

Beckett's armada was joined by the Flying Dutchman a week after going out to sea and
Ragetti let out a sigh of relief when Mercer and half of Beckett's men were placed on the Flying Dutchman to watch over the heart.

Murtogg, Mullroy, Norrington, and Weatherby were all kept on Beckett's ship and with Ragetti the group schemed as best as they could behind Beckett's back.

Lazzaro was finally with him after Murtogg and Mullroy insisted on taking the dog with them and he knew that they had taken good care of him. He was plump and well fed, his shaggy fur looking clean and healthy.

Becket kept the dog on a leash connected to Ragetti's stool and he watched in mild interest as the dog and pirate showed how much they missed each other with hugs and kisses alike.

"Lovely." He huffed. "You love that mangy mutt more than me."

Beckett had played this kind of game before and Ragetti knew how to answer him.

"I love ye, masta." He promised.

"More than the dog?"

"Aye."

"More than Pintel?"

Ragetti's throat tightened at the very idea of it.

"I…"

"Why do you hesitate!?"

"Masta…"

Ragetti's head snapped to one side as Beckett struck him and Lazzaro softly growled and bared his teeth at him.

"Shut that damned dog up!" Beckett snarled. "Or I'll kill it!"

"Please!" Ragetti begged. "Stop et, masta! Ye don' need ta keep askin' me do I loves yer! Ye all ready know I do!"

"What do you love about me?"

"Ye…Ye've go' a certain…je ne sais quoi." He said finally.

"Je ne sais quoi?" Beckett asked. He laughed and shook his head as he thought it over. "Je ne sais quoi…I like that!"

Closing his eye, Ragetti held back a shudder of disgust as Beckett kissed his lips and then slowly trailed kisses down the side of his neck, taking a bite from his collarbone.

He opened his eye slowly when he heard Lazzaro's claws click on the ground and he shook his head slightly in warning, looking at the dog pleadingly not to do anything.

Whining softly, Lazzaro laid down and covered his eyes with his paws.