“You’re in no position to negotiate, mate,” Jack waved his hand, and in an instant, Ragetti and Pintel had Beckett’s arms pinned to his sides. There was a nasty grin on Pintel’s face that left Jack more than a little uneasy – the man was still too much Barbossa’s for comfort – the sooner the Pearl was docked with Greene’s fleet, the better he would be for it. An honest crew would be quite the sore and welcome thing after so much of this mutiny business.
“You want us to gut ‘im for ya, boss?” Pintel inquired, all too eager with the idea of spilling guts across the deck of the Pearl. Jack wrinkled his nose at him, “What? No! Deck’s just been swabbed,” He pointed out as reason enough, “Toss him over – he’s gotten a bit ripe.”
As if uncertain, Ragetti leaned in and sniffed at Beckett, rearing back with a look that was comically startled. “See?” Jack’s tone was pleased, warm from amusement and vindication. “And you know what I think of that, don’t you lads?”
Ragetti started to chuckle, knowing where this was going, and Pintel stared, his face twisted in an impression set to make a gargoyle cry. Jack rose his brows, leading the older of the two to groan, “You don’t mean for us to go with him, do you captain?” Suddenly it didn’t sound as fun as it had a moment ago.
In answer, Jack made a shooing motion, and Ragetti began pulling Beckett toward the edge. “Its a good day for a swim,” The musing was remarkably good natured, and Jack smiled a little – though he was certain to Beckett, it brought absolutely no comfort to see paired with a little wave as Pintel hauled as well to get the reluctant man on the edge of the ship.
“Have fun!” He chimed, just as the deck rocked in the wake of a wave, and all three of them tumbled in. Judging from the yowl of outrage, Pintel had not been at all ready for it. Jack looked around, before waving over Moriarty, who was kind enough to bring the bucket containing cloths and a small chunk of soap and lower it, too, over the edge of the ship.
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