Buy the rums he says . . .

[Pintel]

Ahh, Tortuga! The last pirate port in the Caribbean and the one place a cat could really enjoy himself on dry land without worry of being arrested.

Pintel had lead Ragetti away from the ship, eager to escape chores for the moment. Plus given just what had happened on the boat, what with him being held tightly by some soaking wet crustation of a creature with a blade to his neck . . . well. He had been more then happy to see dry land before them and the familiar sights and sounds (even smells) of Tortuga.

Pausing in his strides he stopped, and roughly shook himself. He could still smell the rotting fish, and for once instead of making his mouth water it all but repulsed him. The whole crew were in a grand old mess, but to be able to escape if but for a few hours with his rat companion and to forget about the awful octopus that was Davy Jones; he'd welcomed the idea readily once it came to him whilst they were tying down the lines. After shaking himself he ran his tongue roughly over the palm of his hand before running it over his own forehead.

"There. S'better." he shook his shoulders before glancing over his shoulder to grin at Ragetti. "So Rags, ready fer a nice chance o relaxation 'n boozin' it up?" he asked, tail flicking eagerly.

[Ragetti]

One hundred souls in three days? Pft - that weasel sure had his work cut out for him. At this present time - especially after what had happened on the Pearl; the bilge rat wasn't feeling too much remorse for Cap'n Sparrows plight with Davy Jones. If they could stay in the port for a bit - all the better. That old badgers tales of the monster Kraken being controlled by that tentacle face all but still had the rodent quivering to his tail tip. He was quite happy to put his bare paws on the dry docks of Tortuga and head into the port with his feline companion; trying not to worry about the depths or fish men of any like. He'd wish a quick good luck to Old Gibbs before heading off; tail tucked right between his arsecheeks like a good coward. Silly for such a water-rat to sudden worry over the sea, but they had good reason! -

And a job to do. So it was okay. That good blue squinted a bit as he gazed at Pintel; catching the old tom cat smoothing down his matted fur on the top of his head. As if it did any good - the fur sprung right back up. Rags managed not to snicker about it tho. He reached up himself and twiddled his naked calloused fingers into his whiskers and gnawed on his bottom lip.

"Sounds like ah rioght plan.. but dinna th'Cap'n give us ah job fetchin' th'rum fer th'return to th'sea?" He was already trying to figure out how much Rum they'd need to fetch and with the way Pintel was acting - how much of it would actually make it too the ship.

[Pintel]

"'Ow much tha' weasel gets is 'ow much he gets." Pintel snorted as the two shipmates continued along the dirt road, ignoring all around them. Save for a wandering eye on Pintel's behalf as they passed a couple wenches. Oh some lovely ones too, a lil' feline girl talking with bandicoot.

His tail flicked once again, but his eyes went back to the street ahead. Good thing too since he stopped dead as another cart went rolling along, dragged by a drunken horse and dragging an even more equally drunk raccoon. Pintel shook his fist in their general direction, "ROAD HOGS!" he roared, before continuing as if nothing had happened. "We'll 'ead on into a pub, buys as much as we please, drinks what we please, 'n take wots left back." he explained simply, rolling his furry hand in a 'this and that' kind of manner. "If'n they asks 'bout 'ow much fer 'ow many, leaves it up ta me ta 'splain it." set out the plans and rules.

He'll think up something, maybe since the East Indian Trading Company was tightening it's grasp on every free man, woman and child on the open water, it coulda put the price of anything up a good few notches. Or something. Pintel looked above the swinging doors of one tavern before stepping back as a monkey was hurled out from within.

A growling dog spat out after him, "'N YE'LL GIT WORSE THEN THAT!" before turning tail and vanishing back into the bar.

Pintel stood for a moment. "...les try the next one." he offered and no waiting for an answer, continued on.

[Ragetti]

Ahhh Tortuga! So full of drunk low-lifes. Spitting, smelly all sorts of vermin that didn't even have to be rodents! Where the catcalls never stopped and every wench in the place had almost all their goods on display. Rags didn't look too much; not.. that he didn't mind peekin' in on a tit when it WAS on display - it was just the rodent had a lot on his mind right now that his gaze merely went from his big lumbering paws back and forth to Pintel as they passed by each distraction and what not. S'good thing Pintel did not voice his thought about the Trading company - every time Ragetti heard that stuck up primped poodle's name; his poor bum ached.

Ears flickered as the monkey was ejected from the nearest pub and the rat nodded down to his feline mate. "S'whatever ye want, Pint. We can drink in any place 'ere in Tortuga 'n' it still feel like 'ome!" He knew plenty that the old Tom cat didn't care for dogs; so he wasn't going to rub it in. The one eyed rodent reached out and grabbed Pintel's sleeve and tugged lightly while pointing down the street.

" 'Ow 'bout th'un, mate? Dun look too crowded, Reckon we's never been in 'ere before."

[Pintel]

Pintel's ears perked a bit as Ragetti had tugged on his sleeve, and turned his head to look at the pub he was pointing out. Indeed, it did look incredibly more quiet then the raunchiness ramblings going on about it. He stuck his bottom lip out in contemplation for but a moment.

"Looks a'right." he mumbled, before shrugging. "All right, les go 'ave a looksie." he rubbed his paws together and started off again; only to stop once again as another cart almost bowled him over. Even caused him to loose his footing and end up on his arse before he shouted and swore colorfully after the cart from his place on the dirt. Once his ranting was over he was grumbling darkly as he pulled himself to his feet.

"Fuckin' carts." was his only comment before heading to the pub and peeking in.

Indeed, it was a lot more quieter then one should suspect on Tortuga. Quiet normally meant trouble. But given how much trouble the crew were in already; hell. Pintel pushed the door open and waited once inside for Ragetti to join him.

[Ragetti]

The moment the cat found himself on his arse; there were thin scarred paws helping him back to his feet. Not that Rags had the strength in his long bony to form to truly lift Pintel - but he did help considerably.

"They's out tah be th'death O'ye." The rodent chuckled lightly before patting the feline rather heartily on the back. All attention was turned to this seemingly quiet tavern. He couldn't remember it being there the last time he'd been in Tortuga. Oh the building had been there - but it had been a house of sin and vice at the time. Now it was a quiet pub. Inside was no different. A few mice and a couple warthogs sat 'round table slurping down grog and muttering to themselves. Ragetti didn't let any of it turn up his arms. He stepped past Pintel, his whip like tail flickering behind him and strode his long form right up to the bar and plopped that starved frame down into a stool. His fake eye was completely cock-side when he turned back to the feline and patted the stool next to him.

"S'nice in 'ere." He comment softly and then turned toward the old hare wench that was wiping up mugs. "Ye sell it by th'barrel?" He asked her. She flopped an ear and nodded without a word.

[Pintel]

Pintel eyed the Warthogs wearily, he didn't trust fellows with teeth like tusks growing out from their mouths. Plus they stank something awful. But he held his cat tongue in his mouth and took a seat besides Ragetti and waited for the hare to answer Ragetti's question.

"Oh well good," he said, fumbling in his brown filthy torn slacks and pulled out a pouch which he pulled a few gold coins out from and set them on the table. "As much'a this buys love, 'n a crate of rum bottles too whilst yer at it." as she reached for the money he put a finger to her hand, "Oh 'n two bottles fer us now if'n ye please." he purred at her while his tail curled up slightly.

She took the money and vanished momentarily to return with the two bottles already opened and set them in front of the cat and rat (what an odd pair) before heading off to collect the order. Pintel took his bottle and sniffed at it first.

"Ahhh... cold. Finally, after 'ow long!" he all but purred again as he nuzzled the bottle with his nose before all but emptying the contents down his throat in one gulp.

[Ragetti]

The old hare seemed to take to Pintel much more then she took to the young rodent. As she he had touched her paw and ordered from her; a smile formed on her face and she patted her fluffy white cheeks with a small chuckle before heading off to get their order. Ragetti watched with an amused smirk on his muzzle and then elbowed (a rather bony one at that) into the stoat cat's side as he picked up his own bottle of rum.

"Ah fink ye may be havin' th'un seein' sum stars, mate. Ye ah right charmer." He meant it as a tease; raising his own bottle to his dry lips and swallow down a few messy gulps of Rum. Ragetti thumbed his own nose before settling more comfortable. He wrapped his long skinny naked tail 'round the stool's legs and relaxed. It was actually quite nice to have a drink in a pub without some beast trying to kill each other right behind you. While the Drunken Parrot was a grand place - he didn't mind the change of scenery. "Why ye reckon." Rags said between another swallow of his drink.

"It's s'quiet in 'ere? S'nice place."

[Pintel]

Pintel had hissed a bit as he was all but jabbed painfully in the side by a bony elbow, cripes that don't half hurt! He snorted at the comment, of course he was a charmer; he was Pintel! He could charm the skirts off any lady if he was in the right mood. Plus he liked bunnies. He laughed a bit to himself at that thought, but once he heard the query he turned his head to glance around the bar. One warthog had been watching the but looked away once they had latched eyes. Pintel's tail lowered itself against the floor before he turned back, simply shrugging.

"Dunno mate, reckon' some secret stuff gets said in these 'ere walls. Nothin' like the places we go, ay?" his turn, and he nudged Ragetti in the side with his own elbow. It didn't have the desired effect, Pinel was much heaftier then Ragetti was but he was stronger at least. He looked back to his bottle, and ran a finger down it slowly. Luckily his claw was withdrawn so there was no ear splitting 'eeeeeeeeeeeee' as he normally did. Pintel stared at the bottle for a while.

"Our luck's really shit, ain't it Rags? Cursed, thens arrested in drag, kept in jail, tha second we's gets to an island we're back wif Sparrow 'n that Boostrap chewin' junior and now..." he growled, lowering his head and raising his tail and it bristled easily. "Christ I 'ates thinkin' abouts it. Got 'alf a mind ta stay puts 'ere."

[Ragetti]

He liked rabbits did he? Even tho the thought was unspoken, The rat let out a sudden giggling "Hoppit!" For no apparent reason and slobbered down over half his grog; so he was in no way prepared for Pintel's cushioned as it was - elbow. He squeaked and let out a fine spritz of rum - just in time for old hares return. She stared in horror for a moment before having to grab a towel and begin wiping her face off.

"Yer a right bugger!" Rags lifted his thin arm and dragged it over his muzzle turning toward the feline. "Not while ah'm drinkin' eh?" Both paws came up and he licked the naked fingers and began to clean his whiskers (which really did no good.) and half-assed listened to the talk about 'secrets'. Hm, do tell - really. The rodent finished up his face grooming and looked about for a moment before turning back to tilt his head at the old feline. (Which sent his fake eye pointing right at the floor.)

"Jump ship?" He arched a dirty brow. "or.. correction, jump off ship? Ye really wan' too? Even aftah all we's been through wit th'Pearl?" Ragetti couldn't he was overly keen on becoming landlubbers again - but if Pintel ....

"Ye know Ah'll go with ye anywhere.."

[Pintel]

Pintel had to hold in the laughter at his timing, having watched Ragetti spit out the rum on all over the hare. He snorted, concealing it for now and shook his head before looking over at the hare again. "Sorry luv, 'e aint good at 'oldin' 'is drink yet." he turned in his seat properly now, so he was facing Ragetti and watched him as he cleaned the mess from his face.

Having heard Ragetti's answer to his statement he lowered his yellow eyes a bit, before grabbing his mug again and nursed it in his paws. "I dunno mate, things ain't got'n much beh'er 'aves they? I means, we wuz lucky wif the break out 'n all, buh then all the crap that's 'appened since..." he mused silently as he drank his rum slowly. Indeed, luck had taken a fair worse turn on the two. Their time alone at sea in a little boat hadn't been any easier.

Somehow the little boat had remained steady throughout their weeks, going from island to island in search of a proper big ship to . . . well, steal. They had had run ins with what was supposedly a sleeping Kraken, head hunters, sea serpents, even mermaids for crying out loud. And just when they thought luck was changing, here they are. Being dragged along by Sparrow to find a dead Sea God's heart in a chest.

He sighed as he set his mug down. "Hrm." Pintel murmured. It was a tough call. Having once been stuck on Tortuga for a good two months years ago he did not care for being stuck there again. Despite how much he hated water, he loved being on the sea. Masochist feline if ever there was one. "Wot would you do?" he suddenly asked Ragetti.

[Ragetti]

The hare was still a wee bit damp - but seeing as the pair of mangy pirates seemed to have a bit of coin about them; she refilled their mugs and then hopped off to check on rolling another barrel out for their stock.

Rags coiled his long thin tail more securely 'round the rungs of his stool so he could lean a bit and not loose his balance; he listened to the feline with his good eye half lidded; taking small sips of his rum now. Yah they'd had shit for luck of the late. But after being cursed for ten years. Ten years of nothing but emptiness and searching. Barely little to look forward too. Just finding those damn coins. Rags remembered when they found his coin. Held in the thick aging paws of an old sea dog more worthy of tales then Gibbs himself. The gold being the last thing the old mutt had. Even then Ragetti could feel nothing as he slid his cutlass between the dogs ribs like a knife through crumby butter.

Nothing. And he'd do ANYTHING not to feel NOTHING again. Or do nothing. It was only Pintel who could charge his opinions on what to do. Because without the feline - no matter what he did; it would be nothing.

So it was why the Rodent shook his head and pointed his nose up as he looked back to the feline. "...Wot would ah do?" Ragetti clanked his mug against the table as if accentuating his statement. ".. go with th'flow, mate. Let Cap'n Sparrow 'n' th'sea have me.. got so tired of not living that ah'd rather live.. even dangerously."

The rat lowered his head on his thin neck and one could almost see the heat coming off his cheeks under that tan fur. "..jus' long as yer 'ere.. Ah'd rather go.. but if ye wanna stay.."

[Pintel]

Pintel's own tail had settled down onto the floor of the bar, gently brushing the tips of his fur against the floor. Now and then the tip of his tail would flick. When Ragetti wanted to, he made perfect sense sometimes. Those ten years of being famished, dying of thirst, wanting release from everything but finding nothing had been pure Hell. Pintel didn't fear the real Hell anymore, but that didn't mean he wanted to die just yet.

So he had become only a slightly bit more cautious about himself. Course, he had never been cautious even before his cursed years graced him with their presence. Keelhauling and pillaging, looting, killing. . . but he just did not want to die. But he couldn't escape it now.

He groaned a bit as he heard Ragetti's last few words. His ears slicked back. Sometimes the lad would just get all soppy like a wench sometimes. Turning his head he grinned at him, "Aw well ain't we jes like two peas in a pod then ay?" he brought his mug across, clinking it with Ragetti's even if he wasn't holding it. "Fine then. We'll sees wot 'appens won't we?"

[Ragetti]

Well excuse em fer having some stronger feelings! At least he hadn't thrown himself at the feline. Weepin' and Murrin'; clutching and clinging. He could get that way too - though he probably needed a bit more Rum in em before that happened.

Rags grinned back with a click of those mugs and winked his fake eye shut with a bit of tee-heeing. "ah accede to ye bein' my best mate; or pea if ye will." That black nose wiggled as if he'd caught a whiff of food. "Figure yer takin' up more O'th'pod - but s'okay ye know.. yer healthy now 'n' all."

Ragetti's spin popped a bit as he leaned over and suddenly just patted the felines tubby with one of his paws, while the other busied itself with tossin' more grog down his throat.

[Pintel]

Oh yes, Ragetti could sometimes become so much like a wench that all he needed was the dress and a pair of breasts and he'd set for life. When he'd all but climb all over Pintel's back, or into his lap when he was feeling emotionally distressed, as he called it, weeping like a kitten. Pintel would more or less shake him off just like the old tomcat he was if he didn't bat at his ears to get him off first.

Now Pintel's fur bristled only slightly at the sudden contact, his friend patting his stomach as if he was pregnant or something. He resisted the urge to growl, the conversation before hand dampening a bit of moods and just wasn't up for belting his hand off his stomach. He let it go this time, swishing his mug in his hand.

"Aye, 'n health is important in our line of work." he muttered, "Course, good mates is equally good I s'pose. Helps ya through tough times as we know, eh?" Pintel nudged at Ragetti's side but not as roughly as he did beforehand. His tail coming to a slump against the floor he let out a sigh. "But yeah . . . we'll show ole' fish face wot's for surely. We've survived so far, we should get through this right mess no worries."