"Mistress Ching is still no' 'ere bu' the res' ar'." Ragetti noted as they slid The Pintel into the underground port that connected to the pirate fortress Shipwreck Cove. He counted six ships docked and counted the Pearl twice for Jack and Barbossa.

He also counted fifty pirates waiting for them to come down the gangplank to prove that they belonged here; ready to kill them if they did not.

"I only count six ships." Norrington said with a frown. "If Ching is the only one missing there should be…"

"Sao Feng is dead." Ragetti explained. "This mornin' 'is Piece turned as black as nigh'."

"Damn…"

"Maybe no'." Ragetti assured him, looking over their welcome party once more. "Stay 'ere wi' the res' o' the crew. Toggs an' Royers ar' comin' wi' me ta act as me guard."

"Do you think something bad will happen to you?"

"Wi' wot I'm abou' ta sugges'? Aye!"

Norrington thought about this for a moment before he then nodded to himself and drew his sword. Flipping it over, he offered it to him hilt first.

"You'll need this."

Smiling, Ragetti took the blade and slipped it into his red sash.

"Fanks."

…

"I don't think this is how a pirate dresses…"

"Of course it is!" Murtogg said. "Look at how Ragetti dresses!"

Looking down at his clothes, Mullroy highly doubted that Murtogg knew what he was talking about. Their clothes were all a jumble of mismatched rags, headbands, sashes, and belts and Murtogg was even sporting an eye patch over his left eye.

"Toggs, I don't think…"

"Arrr! Ye've got ta talk loik a pirate, matey!" Murtogg said, putting a little swagger in his stance.

Looking over Murtogg's shoulder, Mullroy's cheeks burned a deep red.

"Toggs…"

"Arrr! Ye scurvy dog! Talk loik a pirate!"

"Toggs!"

"Aye?"

"Look behind you!"

Frowning, Murtogg did so and he flinched and took a step back.

Ragetti was standing behind him, his thin arms crossed over his chest.

"Talk loik a pirate? Wot do ye fink et is? Somefing ye kin jus' learn in 'un day?" Ragetti asked.

Murtogg snapped to attention as Ragetti slowly stepped forward, lightly pushing his hat up to look him in the eyes.

"Do ye fink losin' an' eye is funny, Toggs?"

"Nuh…No, sir!"

"Do ye know 'ow much et 'urts 'avin' yer eye sho' ou' o' yer 'ead?"

"No, sir."

"Take tha' bloody eye patch off then!"

The eye patch was snatched off and Mullroy held his breath and quietly said a prayer for Murtogg as Ragetti looked at him with almost murderous intent.

Mullroy finally allowed himself to breathe when Ragetti laughed and shook his head, pocketing the eye patch.

"Jus' don' say anyfing an' ye'll be all righ'." He assured the two of them. "Naow come on afore tha' group o' well wishers decides ta' set the ship on fire."

"They would do that?" Mullroy asked as Ragetti led them back onto the deck of the ship.

"Aye, me da' once tol' abou' some soldiers tryin' ta sneak inta the Cove by keepin' men dressed loik pirates on deck an' the res' down below in the bunks."

"How were they caught?" Murtogg asked as they reached the gangplank.

"They didn' 'ave a Piece o' Eigh'." Ragetti explained as he promptly tossed the two mentioned Pieces down to the leader of the party; a large man with an axe strapped to his back and another in his hand.

Holding them up to the light, his eyes grew wide in surprise and he promptly signaled for the rest of the group to leave them be.

"Come on, lads." Ragetti said with a smile, adjusting his hat as he headed down the gangplank and took back the two Pieces.

"Is Cour' bein' 'eld naow?" he asked.

"Jus' waitin' for Mistress Ching of the Pacific Ocean and Sao Feng of the South Chinese Sea." Their guide explained, turning to lead the way. "Barbossa of the Caspian Sea called for the meeting, but he doesn't have his Piece."

"Tha' is because I am 'is Piece Bearer." Ragetti explained calmly. "An' Sao Feng is dead an' 'is Piece belongs ta me naow. I am naow Ragetti o' the South Chinese Sea."

"As is the way o' the world." The man nodded, leading them into the main city.

"Blimey…" Murtogg whispered softly, looking around in surprise that something that looked so unstable could last so long as a fortress.

"Don' stop." Ragetti whispered softly. "Et's no' wise ta look like a rube aroun' 'ere. Ye'll git a dagger between yer ribs fasta than ye kin breathe!"

They were led into the tallest tower and once at the doors that led to the meeting room; their guide took with his leave with a bow that confused the two former Naval officers.

"Ar' ye ready, lads?" Ragetti asked them with a smile, resting his hand on the door.

The two nodded warily, looking at each other.

"Good…"

Pushing open the door, Ragetti stepped inside with his two bodyguards and chaos promptly ensued.