"Masta, where is me wooden eye?"
It was in the morning while Beckett was going over his charts when Ragetti ventured to ask him the normally forbidden question.
"Why are you asking me this, pet?" Beckett asked, keeping his eyes on his charts to try and control his temper.
Ragetti took out his glass eye and rubbed the hole, wincing a bit at the pain it caused.
"Et's this glass 'un…"
"What's wrong with the gift that I paid for with my own money, pet?" Beckett demanded, looking up at him now. His entire body was relaxed and calm, but his eyes told a different story as they burned with anger.
"Et…Et's 'urtin' me 'ead." Ragetti said softly, looking away from him as he got up and started walking towards him.
Beckett snatched the eye out of his hand and he looked it over, narrowing his eyes when he noticed a small crack in it.
"How did you crack this, pet?" he asked. "It's supposed to stay in your head at all times!"
"No' all the toime…"
"What do you mean not all the time?"
"I only took et ou' when I wen' ta sleep, masta." Ragetti explained softly. "Ye told me ta do tha'!"
"I never told you to crack it!"
Ragetti winced and braced himself for a blow. Instead, something familiar was popped into his eye socket and he opened his eye in surprise.
"I suppose your old one will do for now." Beckett muttered. "At least until the glass one is fixed."
"Fank ye, masta." Ragetti said happily, lightly touching the wooden eye.
"How grateful are you?"
"Hmm?"
Beckett's hand slowly slid down to rest just above his own crotch and Ragetti whimpered.
"Et's the mornin'…" he said.
"Would you prefer that I use the eye socket?"
Shuddering at the very idea, Ragetti shook his head.
"I thought not."
…
After Beckett had left to take care of business on deck, a laugh escaped from Ragetti as he took out Sao Feng's Piece from his pocket.
The two Pieces began to glitter; reacting to each other and his own blood.
"Tha' was feckin' easy!" he giggled, looking down at Lazzaro with a smile. "Ye know wot ta do, mate!"
Lazzaro chewed through his leash with gusto, growling in excitement as his tail was soon nothing but a blur of excitement. Once it was broken, Lazzaro licked Ragetti's face happily and almost knocked him over.
"Calm down!" Ragetti laughed, gently pushing him away. "Git goin' or ye'll ruin the whole plan!"
With a bark, Lazzaro ran off and nosed open the door.
Smiling, Ragetti gently took the wooden eye out of his socket again, and he caressed it lovingly.
"I missed ye."
…
It only took a few minutes for Lazzaro's presence to be known on the deck of the ship and only seconds afterwards for Beckett to hand down his sentence.
"Shoot it."
This was Murtogg and Mullroy's cue and the two promptly began to protest about this. Their protest soon turned into an argument between each other and Beckett was soon forced to watch as the two argued over whether or not a dog born in a British colony was a British citizen or not.
"I'm surrounded by idiots." He sighed as random gun shots rang out after Lazzaro's fleeing form.
Norrington stepped in once he saw that Beckett was completely distracted by Mullroy and Murtogg.
"Sir, I need the keys." He said.
Beckett was too busy trying to handle the argument to ask why Norrington needed the keys and he handed them over without a second glance.
Norrington went straight to Weatherby's quarters and he knocked three times on the door before unlocking it; letting him know that the plan was moving smoothly before he then went to Ragetti's room.
"I knew et." Ragetti said with a smile.
"I can't believe this is working." Norrington laughed, taking off Ragetti's shackle.
"Aye, an' et's abou' ta git betta!" the lanky man promised as he held the Pieces in his hands tightly.
…
Outside, the waves began to get choppy and the wind suddenly died away. Beckett did not take notice until a large wave suddenly struck down one of his ships; tearing it completely in half.
"What the bloody..?"
The winds came to life and soldiers were thrown overboard as the ships were spun around and driven off course.
The only ship not affected by the waves or the winds was the Flying Dutchman and Davy Jones laughed; throwing his head back and snapping his crab claw.
He could sense the power of the Pieces being used and he knew that Beckett was in trouble.
"Start killing those soldiers." He said to Koleniko. Even if he was stopped before getting his heart back, at least he would lower the ratio between his own crew and Mercer's soldiers.
…
The HMS Snarling Hound was pushed up against Beckett's ship, making the wood creak and crack dangerously.
Lazzaro hopped over onto the Snarling Hound and this was a signal to the crew to open fire on Beckett's men.
A gunfight between the two ships ensued and Beckett was furious and was soon heading for the fight himself.
"Bloody rebel forces!
…
Slowly, Weatherby opened his door and he headed for Beckett's cabin, easily dodging the bullets as he stepped inside and found everyone waiting for him.
Ragetti was staring into space, his eye glowing brightly as he concentrated on what he had to do.
"The gun fight is heavier than we thought." Weatherby said. "How are we going to get onto the Snarling Hound now?"
Norrington thought for a moment before he then looked over at Ragetti and he smiled and drew his pistol.
"I've got an idea." He said, pressing the pistol to Ragetti's temple.
"Are you bloody insane!?" Mullroy cried out.
The winds and the waves slowly died down as Ragetti's eye changed back to normal.
"I'm 'is mos' prized toy." He said. "This should work. 'e almos' shat 'imself when Poppet was goin' ta kill me."
…
"Kill those traitors now!" Beckett shouted, drawing his sword and pointing at the crew of the Snarling Hound, mindful to keep himself clear of any real danger.
"Sir?"
"I want them all dead!"
"Sir!"
"I swear if any of them survive…"
"Sir!!"
"What!?" Beckett snarled, turning on Greitzer sharply. The color in his face drained away when he saw what the man was pointing at and his sword fell clattering to the ground.
Norrington and the two idiot soldiers were holding Weatherby and Ragetti at gunpoint.
His toy was in danger of being killed right in front of him!
"Cease fire!" he screamed, losing his composure.
Both sides held their fire; the crew of the Snarling Hound smiling faintly.
"We're getting on that ship and leaving, Lord Beckett." Norrington said, pulling Ragetti in close to look as if he truly meant to kill him. "And these two are coming with us to make sure you don't try anything!"
"Give me back my pet!" Beckett pleaded. "You can't take him for good!"
"We'll let them off in a rowboat if you want, but only after you show that you won't follow us!" Norrington offered.
"Sir, this is a tri…" Lieutenant Greitzer started.
"Done! But if you harm him or his hands I will hunt you down and have Mercer gut you and cook your innards before making you eat them!" Beckett snarled.
"Agreed!"
The party boarded the Snarling Hound then and Ragetti closed his eye, hiding the glow that occurred as a sudden gust of wind and a large wave separated the two ships as if by magic, sending the Snarling Hound miles away in just a few moments.
Once they were out of sight, a cheer rang out as hats were thrown into the air and Beckett's uniforms were removed and tossed over the side, leaving the soldiers to wearing civilian clothing.
"Next stop, the Brethren Court!" Ragetti laughed, turning to Norrington with a glad smile. He blinked and looked at the man in surprise as the commodore suddenly swept off his hat and placed it on Ragetti's head.
"Wot?"
"Lead the way…captain."
"It's almost like when we were on the Proud Tortoise again!" Murtogg said with a smile. "Only you're captain instead of First Lieutenant this time!"
Blushing, Ragetti hid his face under the hat.
"Bloody makin' me ears burn ye ar'!"
…
That night, Beckett stayed on the deck of the ship, keeping look out for the rowboat Norrington had promised to send with the governor and his pet in it.
He had not slept since the sudden escape and he had in fact hanged several men for allowing Norrington to take his precious slave away.
"There it is!" he shouted, pointing excitedly at a small boat coming towards them.
It was completely devoid of human life when the soldiers brought it aboard and when Greitzer handed Beckett the only thing that was inside, he screamed into the night sky.
The figurine of Ragetti lay broken in his hand; showing that he was no longer the man's toy.