Beckett was an utter wreck when they reached the sudden blockade of pirate ships waiting for him a few days later. His clothes were unkempt and messy and his wig looked as if a dog had chewed on it for a few days straight.

And it was all because he was missing his harp player and sex slave.

Curling his lip slightly at the pirates standing between him and his pet and goal in life, he turned to Lieutenant Groves with a mad smile on his lips.

"Do you see what they're doing?" he asked. Blinking, Groves tried not to look too confused.

"Sir?"

"They want to make a deal with me about giving me back my slave!" Beckett said, turning back to the pirate ships with a hungry look on his face. "There's a sandbar out there between the two of us! That's where the meeting is going to be and there's all ready four people standing out there waiting for me!"

"Sir, it could be a trap…"

"Shut up, Groves!" Beckett hissed, his face turning into an angry snarl suddenly.

Groves promptly shut his mouth, knowing when it was wise to just walk away from Beckett as the man ran off to get into a rowboat and make a deal for the return of his slave.

…

When Beckett got onto the sandbar, he saw that the men waiting for him were Norrington, Jack, and Barbossa. The fourth man was standing behind the three and easily hidden and he frowned slightly as he walked up and tried to look sane, failing once they looked at his ragged appearance.

"You stole my slave and didn't give him back!" he accused Norrington. "Where is my slave?!"

"First things first, Beckett." Norrington said sharply with narrowed eyes. He and the rest of the former Naval soldiers had been given normal clothes while at Shipwreck Cove and he once more bore stubble on his face, his natural hair allowed to go wild as there were more important things in life to worry about than looks.

"What things?" Beckett whined, stomping a foot on the ground. "Give me my whore back!"

"I'm no' yer whore anymore."

Beckett gasped in surprise as Barbossa calmly stepped to one side, revealing the fourth man that was standing behind him.

Ragetti had insisted that his usual clothes were just fine and so the only thing added was a large green hat topped with a bright red feather, causing Jack to comment on it by comparing it to Will Turner's stupid hat.

When asked where exactly Will Turner was at the moment, Jack Sparrow had mumbled out a lie as fast as possible which translated that Will was dead and it was his fault.

His eye patch had also been changed to a soft green colored one, covering the hole where the Piece of Eight for the Caspian Sea had been for years.

Narrowing his one good eye, Ragetti spat on the ground near Beckett's feet.

"I am no' yer slave anymore, Beckett." He snarled at him. "An' I neva will be agin!"

"But pet…I had your eye fixed for you!"

"We ar' only goin' ta say this once, Beckett! 'ave yer men turn back an' leave this place afore et's too late! Gi' et up!" Ragetti pleaded.

But Beckett was a stubborn man who had lost his mind weeks ago and he pointed an accusing finger at Norrington now.

"You turned my whore against me!" he wailed and the four men could not help but look at him with some pity. "You stole him and changed him and now he won't come back to his master anymore! I will make you all suffer for this!"

And before any of them could say anything else to try and talk sense into him, Beckett stormed off back to his rowboat and the four of them were left standing on the sandbar.

"We tried." Norrington sighed, shaking his head. "But that man has gone completely insane!"

"Et's almos' sad." Ragetti said softly, watching Beckett row off towards his ship again.

"This is why we need to release Calypso!" Barbossa said as they headed back for the Black Pearl. "With her on our side…"

"She will no' be on our side." Ragetti snapped. "She is a Goddess wi' 'er own though's an' wishes! We can' trus' 'er! Naow stop this!"

Barbossa hesitated for a moment as they climbed up the gangplank and he looked over at some of the crew, a silent signal passing as Cotton suddenly produced the bowl with the Pieces of Eight in it.

Ragetti frowned and stopped when he saw Tia standing in the middle of the deck, bound tightly with ropes to keep her in place.

"Wot..?"

"Hold them!" Barbossa shouted and Norrington and Ragetti were promptly grabbed and held back tightly as Barbossa took the bowl from Cotton and walked up to Tia with a torch in the other hand.

"Barbossa! Don' do this!" Ragetti shouted, struggling uselessly with Gibbs. "Ye don' know wot she will do once freed!"

"Beckett's got the Flying Dutchman, Master Ragetti." Barbossa said, holding the flames over the Pieces. "We need something to balance it out!"

"Barbossa!" Ragetti shouted. "Don' do et!"

"CALYPSO! I RELEASE YE FROM YER HUMAN BONDS!" Barbossa shouted up into the sky and he promptly pressed the fire to the Pieces of Eight.