The boredom that is Sea life.

[bunnybasil]

-Sea sickness-
Not the best feeling in the world. Especially for someone who dreamed of nothing more than to be a pirate. Tossing away his past so that he could live life how he saw fit. But the sickness wears off. Maybe it wasn't just the sea. Maybe it was sickness knowing that he can never go back to the way things were. That you really can't always go back home. -Not that he wanted to mind you- But through all its problems and troubles, home was safe and now he was a sitting... pardon the phrase... sitting duck. But time heals all wounds, so some may scar and look rather unattractive. So alone, below deck, he cleaned. Mopping the mate's quarters and making things a little less cob webbed. He didn't mind hard work in the slightest and it kept his mind off of everything else. He even sang to himself to keep company. "What do ya do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken Sailor? What do ya with a Drunken Sailor Earl-eye in the morning?" He sneezed as he stirred up the dust and that pink little nose twitched. a small sniffle before the second line. "Way hey and up she raises, way hey and up she raises, way hey and up she raises earl-eye in the morning..." Another sneeze and then a sniffle. "One would think that this particular room was never kept up. How does one expect to run a neat ship with so much rubbish and untidiness?" To whom was he speaking you ask? Why to himself of course. One can often be one's own best company. He pushed a few dirty blond locks from his eyes and continued to sweep and dust and mop. It was something to keep him busy and out of trouble. And who knows? Maybe they would teach him to be a pirate if he kissed up enough.

[Ragetti]

Home was simply where yer rump rested. Be it at sea or on land. Ragetti had never been home sick. Sure he missed his mum; but being that the poor lass was dead and his ten something sisters all gone of to be married - he'd always felt a little out of place back at him in the nest beside the whore house were his mother had worked. And rats were great at adjusting to new surroundings (and injuries too) So the scrawny bilge rat didn't have much trouble making his way around the pearl even with a blind side.

Besides.. he knew the ship by heart - it was was his home now.

Dragging a mop behind him down the corridor; Ragetti's torn round ears twitched to the sound of singing. It wasn't Pintel. That old Tom cat never sung unless he was Kneel-over on grog and feelin overly fine. The voice wasn't hardly gnarly enough to be most of the pirates on this vessel. One could say Curiosity got the best of him - and he was no cat to skin alive.

Bare paws made not a sound as the tall and malnourished form of the bilge rat half shadowed itself into the doorway. He beheld the singing; muttering rabbit for a moment with his single blue eye. The other tipped in the same was as the floors beneath him; swaying back and forth. Hm. Rabbit. Cabin-boy or something. What's-es-name? He could never remember the damn hoppers name.

"S'pirate ship, mate. Clean 'nuff - ye anit on no fou-fou navel vessel ye is." Ragetti raised a skeleton-like paw and motioned toward the cobwebs. "Spiders make 'er home 'ere too ye know. S'ye eat th'fleas so th'fleas dun bit O'r bums."

[bunnybasil]

Fear. Fear is a complicated and very complex thing. It can last anywhere from a mere moment to a lifetime. Lucky for us all. This lasted a mere moments as he was not expecting this voice suddenly breaking through his singing. He jumped and his hands tightened around the broom handle. His stubby white cotton tail stood on his end as well as his white ears. It almost appeared as though a shiver went up his spine as well. He attempted to compose himself, before turning back to look at the rat. "Oh Ragetti... You startled me." He responded with a soft embarrassed blush. "I see... But I just thought it would waste some time since we don't seem to be moving right now. Nothing much else to do with everything else being done." A sigh as he leaned his chin on the broom before eyeing the mop. "Doesn't need to be clean eh Ragetti?" he smirked and just admired standing still for a moment. The ship softly rocked back and forth. Much like a mother might rock her baby. He even let out a small yawn. This is one reason he didn't want to stay still. The motion was all too soothing.

[Ragetti]

Dead in the water the Pearl was.

Had been for half a quarter moon. Three days etching out. If the wind didn't pick up soon and send them on their way some of the critters on this vessel may start to suffer from Cabin Fever. Not Ragetti tho. He could be stuck anywhere and be okay. He'd suffered ten cursed years - he could suffer a few days at sea with out Neptune's breath to drive the sails.

"Extra tidings fer wenches 'n' 'oliday when ye mums comin' to visit."

Bones actually popped on that long skinny frame as Ragetti moved out of the door way and into the small Cabin Basil was cleaning. His fake eye rolled about in his head as he soundless pawed across the floor and finally lowered his scrawny ass into one of the hammocks there. He sunk into it and let the mop go from his free paw. His naked tail flickered between his feet as he looked up toward the ceiling instead and a low giggle escaped em.

"... if ye ever so inclined t'be cleanin' ye can mop th'rest O'my half of th'bridge - ah dun fancy th'work."

[bunnybasil]

No not Ragetti. As far as Basil was concerned, his mind had jumped ship years ago. He watched the rat meandered over to the hammock and sit. he hated thinking about his mother. He really did. He would never say why though. It was one secret he would take to his watery grave. He sat in the hammock across from Rags and sighed.

"I wasn't doing it, because I want to... I was doing it to keep my mind off things."

He dropped the broom to the floor and rather awkwardly brought those big white bottom paws into the hammock as well. His hands cupping his chin as though for just the moment he was thinking. But then the thought flickered out like a candle in a breeze.

"I do hope the wind picks up soon. I am dreadfully bored."

Those soft green eyes gazing at Ragetti with a sigh.

"How does one stay sane on this ship?"

Though rags is not the right person to ask is he?

[Ragetti]

Seems like neither of them were going to go about doing chores now. Hell knows Rags could be quite lazy when he wanted to be. Perfectly fine to just lay about or in the nest randomly gnawing on sails or chewing mindlessly on the back of Pintel's neck fur to the feline all but hissed and pawed him. It was a wonder he hadn't worn bald spots in the tabby's orange fur yet.

"Sane Onna th'Pearl?" Rags slowly pulled his long legs up into the hammock (Obviously not his own either.) and sprawled onto his back. Arms were lifted and he tucked his head up onto them. Being that Basil was now on his blind side; he vouched for listening to the rabbit rather then looking at him. He couldn't even pretend; the fake eye wobbled with the light tipping of the ship.

"Ye get use t'waitin' when ye on th'sea. Do ye duties; drink ye grog 'n' try not t'piss anyun off." His whiskers twitched as he tried to think of what bored blokes do. "Ah jus' hang wif me mate, Pinters.. but ah dunno where e' is at th'moment."

[bunnybasil]

He sighed and finally laid down himself. His feet more toward Rag's head as though incorrectly mirroring him. His white ankles crossed and he huffed out a barely audible sigh. His own green eyes watching a spider eat a fly in its web. How very appropriate. They were just flies waiting for the spider or navy ship to come and wrap them all up like parcels and cart them off to jail. A pink tongue came out and licked over the white fur of his top lip before he finally spoke.

"Well,duties done.. Grog too far away..." Though it was only on the bottom level,the bunny was feeling too lazy to go and get it. "And I don't really have any mates to hang around with..."

He grumbled, but didn't realize that was precisely what he was doing. In a way anyway.

"You and the cat are pretty close. Must be nice eh?"

he smiled almost dreamy and spoke in a very soft tone. Sure, he got 'familiar' looks from some of the other employees of this fine vessel, but he could never tell if they were looks of wanting him,or wanting to eat him. So, many a sleepless night had occurred from the sheer paranoia of waking up in a cooking pot in the galley. He shuddered at the thought as his imagination momentarily got away from the white fur ball. Linking his paws behind his head, he turned it slowly to Rags and smiled. He guessed he had a friend now, but he wouldn't ask and spoil the moment.

[Ragetti]

Basil wouldn't have to worry about being devoured on this ship too much. Cap'n Sparrow liked to have a full crew. The more men the damn weasel had to man his ship; the less he had to do and the more he could waste time with that broken compass of his. That wouldn't stop predators from licking their chops in any prey species direction; but Ragetti himself didn't have to worry to much about it. He could always.. always yell for that old feline if someone bared too much fang at him. Speaking of that old Tom Cat.

"Yah." Ragetti itched behind one of his big round ears and shut his eyes. "Pinters me best mate in th'whole seven seas.. we's thick as thieves 'n' been sailin' 'round since ah was not but ah wean. E might be ah cat be e's a right Old sort. "

Without opening his eyes the rat dug into a pocket on his jacket and produced a small flask. He uncapped it and took a small sip before recapping and flicking his bony wrist to send the thing flying in the rabbits direction. "Grogs nevah t'far away.. Ol'Gibbs tell ye that."

Sure; friends. Why not?

[bunnybasil]

He caught it and uncapped with a swallow before tossing it back to the rat.

"Must be nice."

he said softly before making the hammock rock. A soft subtle sigh escaped. Always thinking. Always worrying. Always wondering what will happen tomorrow. 'What if' dancing in his skull. What if he'd never stolen that stupid gold. What if he'd just stayed home with his sisters and his mother. What if he'd stayed in Tortuga and faced the day with a smile instead of foolish dreams of being a pirate! Look where it got him. On the Black Pearl. the fastest ship to ever exist. With a rag tag crew of miscreants who couldn't even remember his name.

Green eyes traveling over to the rat for a moment before he looked back at the ceiling. He sat up suddenly and his ears perked straight up.

"Gold..."

He whispered in an airy voice. He could almost taste it. But they were dead in the water. How could he be smelling gold? yes, the curse had done a nasty number on the boy,but the only reason he was even allowed passage on the ship was because of said curse. He looked over at the rat once again and then it could have been sworn his eye flickered a bright vibrant green.

"We are near gold Ragetti sir..." he said still in a very soft manner. But where on earth was it coming from?

shame... pirates don't make the best of friends. code and all.

[Ragetti]

Thin paw recaught the bottle and he tucked it back into his shirt after one more sip. The rodent had closed his eyes. Nearly ready to just nod off and take a nap. Let the gentle sway of the Pearl rock him in his commandeered bed right to sleep as his mother had when he was but a wean. He'd even given a bit yawn, showing off a mouthful of going bad teeth. Smacking his lips a few times. Tail flickered and he began to sneak into himself.

"Gold!"

Basil's proclamation got a squeak out of the rodent and his eyes popped back open. He didn't registered what had just been shouted at first as he groaned and rolled his head to the suddenly excited bunny. He caught the second statement tho.

"Dun call me Sir, Anit no Poodle inna fou-fou wig.. wot ye mean gold?" Ragetti slowly sat up in the hammock; letting his back pop with every movement. His ears stood up and he looked around. Thinking the rabbit was really daft for a moment. "'ere's no gold on th'Pearl." Hell the only gold Ragetti knew of was pierced into each of his round ears. (Collateral, you know - pay for his funeral if he ever dies.)

Gaze flinted back to the rabbit and the rodent smirked with a eyebrow raised.. waiting to see what the rabbit was babbling about.

[bunnybasil]

"No Ragetti... not ON the ship..."

he jumped from the hammock and got on all fours almost pawing the floor. His eyes were most certainly a vibrant green now. he could feel it in his very being. they were sitting on top of gold. A coy smile running from one cheek to the other as his gaze went up to the Rat.

"There's gold... under the water... I know it's so... It's my... gift..."

But that gift was so the curse as well. Wanting the gold so badly it was almost like being so wound up in church and having no release for fear of getting caught and punished. His claw scraping lightly at the hard rotted floor. Tasting the odor the gold gave up. Even through all that water.

"I must have it... Ragetti... We should get it for ourselves. fifty, fifty. It just below us, beneath the boat. Just you and I"

He looked almost possessed Remaining on all fours with his fluffy white tail and ears standing straight up. As though in thought of just how to get to said treasure beneath the waves. Deep in thought for but a moment more, then his gaze turned back behind himself to eye the rat with a soft devilish smile.

"Can ye swim?"

He asked with licking his lip and feeling the hunger for gold. A weakness he was not hardly proud of. To be a slave to all things shiny. To be willing to sell your own mother for just a spot of cutter. that was his life. His first love was treasure so a pirate was only appropriate. His gaze not leaving Ragetti with lust in his eyes.

[Ragetti]

"Ye kin smell et?"

The rodent watched the rabbit with a bit of a confused air about him. What the hell had gotten into ol'what'es'ears? Honestly; the bilge rat hadn't ne'er seen anyone act this way (gold around or not) He stared with his one good eye at the bunny in his crotched stance. Looking more like scared feline then a bunny at the moment.

Mph. He'd seen stranger things in his time. Been a cursed pirate; battled a Krayken; nearly been hung. If long ears said he smelled gold.. maybe he did smell gold.

There was some more pops and then a thud as that bag O'bones rolled out of the hammock and Ragetti ended up on his paws and knees on the wooden floor. He dragged his nose; just curious along the ground as he crawled over next to Basil; mimicking him (tail straight up in the air as well; which made it like a long wire. His britches were in danger of just falling off his narrow hips; but when weren't they?) taking a good hard sniff and then sneezing outright with dust and dirty mop water filling his nose.

The rodent wrinkled said nose and the wiped in on a groady sleeve. "Yah ah kin swim.. O'w's ye know said gold anit bloomin 20 leagues under us? Swimmin' do us none good then.." He cocked a loose grin at the determined rabbit. "Or if we's get it - we's even gonna be able t'keep it?"

But he WAS interested. Gold, mmm. A pirates true love. Oh, Rags such a sucker for adventure.

[bunnybasil]

"Bless you"

Came the response to the sneeze. He looked at the boards and then stood up. dusting his paws against one another and wiping them on his britches.

"Well Raggetti, from the way it feels... I'd say we're above a plateau... A place where land raises up higher under the water. maybe used to be and island."

He rubbed his chin and looked at the rat. But how to do it without the others being suspicious? He paced for a few seconds as though in deep undisturbed thought and then snapped his paw smiling.

"Right then! Here's what we do chap. We're going to go above deck and I'll keep an eye out..." He smirked at his bad pun and cleared his throat. "And you dive beneath the water. I'll let a rope with you and when you find the treasure... tie the rope around it. We'll hoist it up just to the bottom of the boat. Drag it along and when night falls and the crew is asleep... come and claim our prize."

he crossed his arms with a prideful smirk and huffed.

"What say you to that Ragetti?"

My, perhaps the lad was a better pirate then most gave him credit for. Even if he wasn't the best swimmer and all.