Weatherby stared at Ragetti in disbelief when he was finished telling him what Beckett had said about Elizabeth's death at the tentacles of the kraken.
"I'm…I'm sorry." Ragetti said softly, bowing his head.
"How long have you known my daughter was dead?"
"…Months."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" the old man nearly shouted, held back only because Beckett might hear and come in.
"I didn'…"
"Didn't what? Want to upset me!? You didn't think that me finding out now would also upset me!?"
"Please…"
"Elizabeth's dead." Weatherby's anger slowly turned back to one of sorrow as he fell heavily into a chair, holding his head in his hands.
"I'm sorry fer no' tellin' ye sooner." Ragetti said. "Bu' Beckett threatened ta kill ye if ye knew."
"I wish I was dead."
"Don' say tha'! I'm sure yer daughter would be crushed 'earin' ye say somefing like tha'!" Ragetti protested.
Weatherby was silent as he stared at the ground and Ragetti just watched him, fearing that the man might try to take his own life now.
"Weatherby?"
"We're going to get out of here." He said suddenly, getting to his feet. "One way or another."
As the man got up and left, Ragetti saw that his eyes were determined about something, but he did not ask him what it was.
Whatever it was, it had better help them get off this damned ship.