Title: Forgive and Forget
Genre: General
Rating: T
Pairings: Ragetti/Pintel if you really squint
Disclaimer: The characters and stuff don't belong to me and yadda, yadda, yadda.
Chapter 1. Ambush and Capture
It was a warm, sunny day as La Bonita sailed swiftly through the deep blue waters of the Caribbean. A young man of seventeen sat on deck, alone as the rest of the crew were below eating supper, leaning over the railings and allowing the surf to whip through his shoulder length black hair. As he daydreamed of adventure and battles an older man of about twenty came up from below and shouted to the younger boy, reviving him from his dreams.
"Jack! Yer father wants ye below. 'urry up, don' keep 'im waitin'."
"Aye Pintel." The man replied complying as, although he was the captain's son, he was still classed as a boy by the crew and thus had to obey their commands with respect, no matter how much he didn't want to. As he disappeared below deck Pintel moved over to the rigging and prepared to take his lookout on the crows nest.
He wasn't an overly handsome man by any means; years of weathering had stripped most of the traces of youth from his features. His hair hung down in lank strands to his shoulders and, although he didn't believe it other members of the crew were beginning to point out that he was thinning at the top. 'Me 'air'll last 'till em sixty' was always his customary gruff reply when faced with the jeers of his crew.
As well as this, as Pintel, like the youngster Jack Sparrow, had been born on the ship he had been forced to be young Sparrow's babysitter since the tender age of five and frankly he thought the lad was getting too difficult to handle and way too old for a sitter. Pintel himself had not had the real luxury of a proper guardian as his mother had died whilst giving birth and his father in a scuffle with a Tortugan rogue soon after. Although still in the hands of his loving sister, she had been left not only to bring up her brother but also as the sole woman onboard and therefore spent much of her time in the kitchen cooking, cleaning and fending off some of the males amorous advances, thus leaving Pintel mostly to himself. Sparrow on the other hand was conceived to a prostitute in Tortuga, picked up nine months later as the woman wanted nothing to do with him and subsequently doted on by his father. He was the Captain's pride and joy and frankly, was to Pintel, a spoiled brat. As Pintel sat musing on this fact he became so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the oncoming boat until it was alongside theirs, waving the black flag in his face. He barely had time to yell a warning to the crew and make to climb down the rigging before the first attacker landed on deck.
What happened next became mostly a blur as men began piling onto the boat and the crew ran up from below. Swords were drawn and cries were heard as a bloody battle commenced and many lives were lost. Pintel tried his best to do his part but as he yanked his cutlass out from the back of an opposing pirate he heard his captain call out for him to go below deck and look after the young Jack Sparrow. Hacking at everything in his path Pintel complied.
In the kitchens Sparrow was with Pintel's sister Marie, hiding under a table as Marie stood guard with a pair of butcher knives in hand. As Pintel entered Marie raised her weapons threateningly before lowering them in recognition of her brother.
"Oh thank goodness!" The woman gushed, rushing forward to embrace him.
"I was worried 'bout ye."
Pintel smiled but put her arms away as he stood by the door looking out, cutlass drawn.
"Tis not over yet." He said.
Marie stayed beside the table, knives ready, guarding over Jack as her brother waited for any signs of intrusion. For the moment there was none and as silence had descended overhead he wondered if they had won. However, as he turned to voice this opinion, a hand shot out from behind him grasping his neck as a dagger, already glistening with blood was leveled with the bit of tender flesh just below his ear and a voice whispered into the aforementioned organ.
"Come quiet and ye won't get 'urt."
He was then spun to face his captor and grasped by the collar, the knife at his head not wavering for a second. The man in question was tall and scraggly with short blonde hair and two piercing blue eyes. He looked no older than fifteen or sixteen. Pintel hadn't even heard him coming.
"Savvy?" His captor asked.
Pintel nodded unable to do anything else and was pushed out of the door and into a group of two more pirates who had since appeared at the doorway. Jack was dragged out after him by the boy. However before Marie was suffered to the same fate one of the pirates in charge of Pintel called the boy back.
"Wait. I wan' te 'andle 'er" He let go of Pintel leering and pushed the boy aside, advancing on the defensive Marie as Pintel and Jack Sparrow were pulled away without another word.