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Post by Ragetti on Aug 15, 2006 1:14:02 GMT -5
Dress 'n' tits eh? Now, now. As much as the bilge rat liked to be pretty he really didn't want to be a lass! (or..did he?) it was hard to say with Ragetti. It was probably better to be a slightly feminine male then an UGLY Wench anyway.
Since the paw wasn't batted away; Ragetti set about scratching the old Tomcat's belly for a few extra seconds before he finally drew his hand back to his mug and stared down into it's nearly emptiness. He slowly unwound his tail from the rungs of the stool and let it whip out down on the floor next to Pintel's. The tip of his own brushed against the fur as Rags squeaked a bit to the fresh nudge.
A solid nod. "Aye, mate. That we do. Tho ah know ye already told me it wasn't Divine providence wot's been keepin' us alive.. sumetimes ah wonder if our bad luck.. anit really good luck." That single blue rolled back toward the feline. Oh god; he had that look again - that spark of light in his eye the rodent always got when he was pondering things. ".. ah mean.. fink of it like this. Bad fings ALWAYS 'appen t'us.. but we's usually manage to get outta it with Neer'ah scratch; 'course 'eres ah slip up now 'n' then."
He took a moment to point at his wooden optical before continuing.
"But no matta what bad happens - we's end up on th'plus side. We mighta been in jail, but we's broke th'curse. Then we's might O'been lost in th'open sea; but we's no longer in jail. We's might be stuck fetchin' rum now.. but less we's can drink O'fair share 'fore we's gets back, aye?"
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Post by Pintel on Aug 15, 2006 1:22:25 GMT -5
Indeed, Ragetti had been getting good at . . . pondering things. Ever since Pintel made the mistake of reading him some of the Bible. Pintel personally didn't believe a word of it, they were bigger yarns then that of old Gibbs! Dead coming back to life, healing the sick and wounded, smiting here, smiting there . . . oh wait. Maybe it IS true given what the two of them had been through together.
Pintel had learnt to ignore Ragetti's pondering tho. It gave him a bit of a headache sometimes knowing such words graced Ragetti's rotting mouth with their presence. And now was just like any other time. Bad luck is good luck? Cripes. Now his head did hurt.
Plus for some reason now he wanted him scratching his stomach again. But he swallowed the feeling down by suddenly roping his closest arm around Ragetti's skeletal frame and pulled the rat into his side. Cripes, even when he doesn't mean to he prods you with his elbow and any other pointy bone he has in him.
"Tell ye what Rags, we get outta this 'ere scrape we're in now; Davy Jones 'n all that shite, it'll prove our luck really is a messed up sort and thus; next venture we gets asked 'bout we 'eads in. Even if it's real worse then any a'fore, our luck, fer good or bad, we shall see if it sees us through. All right?"
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Post by Ragetti on Aug 15, 2006 1:31:53 GMT -5
True - stranger things had been seen in by there own eyes (Well three of them) then any ragtied holy-fur walking on water! Twas Pintel's own fault for putting such things in the young rodents head. But it wasn't hurting him - no more then giving him things to keep him up at night to worry or think about. He never did it for too long; while Ragetti's pondering might of given Pintel a headache - thinking alone for too long gave the rodent a throbber.
Another squeak left that starved frame as he was tugged into the cushiony side of the feline. Half his stool came with him as his long legs were still hooked into it. Ragetti threw his arm 'round the felines stoat shoulder and his tail curled twine twice about that big fluffy item dragging on the floor. Rags smirked right into Pintel's ear; huffing hot rum tainted breath. "Aye! Aye! Right in swingin' our cutlasses ready tah cut wot evah tah ribbons 'n' pieces, wot says I t'that!" It sounded like a good plan. Honestly as long as they stuck together - running starkers into battle with nothing but their fur 'n' junk swayin' sounded like a good plan to the Rat!
A murmuring noise interrupted the sudden huggin as the hare returned with yet another barrel and nearly dropped it upon seeing the fur pile on her stools.
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Post by Pintel on Aug 15, 2006 1:46:43 GMT -5
"I'm tellin' ya lad, they'll be tellin' tales of Pintel 'n Ragetti fer years! Stuff 'o fairy tales, blokes like Gibbs'll be tellin' em ta wee tykes all over the ocean." Pintel laughed along, thumping his free hand onto the counter's top. The idea alone of Pintel and Ragetti being known as adventuring pirates was enough to make Pintel laugh. Imagining little kittens 'n mice begging their Dad's or Grandpa's to tell them the story of how the two met up with a sea serpent . . . ahh. Fun.
Pintel quirked his ears a bit and glanced over at the old hare, a board grin crossing his face. "Ah, s'at it luv?" he asked, motioning to the barrel's she had brought out. There were fair few given how much he paid, and a crate of simple bottles just for Jack's personal stash on board. Figures, eh?
He sat up and as he did, righted Ragetti on his own bar stool but left his tail as it was; enwrapped by Ragetti's thin naked one.
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Post by Ragetti on Aug 15, 2006 1:54:53 GMT -5
Tales of their tails eh? With they way their luck really went. They'd get told stories about, sure. But it would probably be only about the time they tucked said tails between their arse cheeks and rowed like Neptune himself was trying to stab their wee boat with his Triton.
Rags whined a bit as he set back on his stool. Why was the cuddling over already? Oh, the old hare. Bah! The rat snorted a bit and wobbled on his stool till his long frame was set again. He curled down around his drink and dropped his tongue into it instead of lifting it up to his mouth anymore. His tail stayed with Pintel's - secretive and out of view of the hare; and having no plans to move it. Besides.. if this place was full of secrets.. maybe it could keep theirs as well.
"Ah'd drink t'that, mate." Ragetti nodded toward Pintel with a wink. "... ye fink we should find somewhere tah sleep wit O'this rum for we's have to load it up in th'morning?"
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Post by Pintel on Aug 15, 2006 2:07:25 GMT -5
Yes, the Rabbits Foot was known to be secretive. It was obvious, by the hushed voices and chanced glances around the dark walls by the patrons wether they be bird or beast. You could speak surely, but only in hushed undertones. And notes, hoping the other party could read as well as understand to burn it afterwards. That explained a few scorch marks here and there.
Whilst if Pintel 'n Ragetti's secret (that had been kept for years) was safe, well. The two hadn't received a second glance from when they came in. Even when Pintel had all but pulled Ragetti to the floor in a one armed bear-I mean cat hug. Seeing a cat and a rat being so pally was strange, true. But they knew how to keep their tongues in here.
"I reckon that there's a beaut idea, Rags." Pintel nodded, "I'd drink ta it, but I'm outs 'n fer once I ain't right keen fer more. Yet." he rumbled his dirty paws in his pockets before pulling out another gold piece and called the old hare over. "S'cuse luv, would ye happen ta 'ave a room upstairs fer a coupla weary travellers?" Pintel asked, wether he meant to or not, it practically came out as a pur.
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Post by Ragetti on Aug 15, 2006 2:21:29 GMT -5
And with their luck - they just might keep it a bit longer.
As Pintel stated he wanted no more rum - Rags finally let his tail uncoil from the others and slowly rose from his stool. Every bone in his long starved frame popped. He even took a moment to stretch his arms over his head; completely dislodging any tucked in red that had previously been inside his pants. A split second would be granted to gape at the knobby painfully bony lookin hips and the bilge rat yawned. "..soundin' bettah already mate."
The old hare took up the gold coin and then winked at the Tom cat. "Plenty of room, sir." She hopped over to a box and pulled out a key and then slid it across the bar toward the feline. "Last room at the end of the hallway, would you like me to hold the barrels for you till morning?"
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Post by Pintel on Aug 15, 2006 2:30:13 GMT -5
Pintel rose to his feet but he hardly stretched like his companion did. His bones were well set in their ways and the only good stretch they could handle in a day was in the mornings. He did happen to catch the wink from the old hare and repaid it with a quite charming grin that'd put any Cheshire Cat to shame.
He easily slapped his paw over the key and looped it onto his claw and lifted it and inspected they key a moment. Pintel lifted his head to smile at her again as he heard her question and nodded. "That'd be lovely of ye, luv. I'd much appreciate it." his tail finally free of Ragetti's tail it flicked itself up as he walked around Ragetti and nudged him with a paw.
"C'mon lad. Ole' Sparrow'll get his rum in t'mornin. Unlike most, I needs me beauty sleep." he laughed a bit before nodding at the old hare and headed up the creaky stairs to find himself the last room at the end of the hallway. Lord, to sleep on a proper bed! After so long sleeping in a nest of sails he is rightly looking forward to this.
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Post by Ragetti on Aug 15, 2006 2:51:25 GMT -5
"Like it'll do ye any good ye old flea bag." Rags wrinkled his nose at the feline. He might of had one eye - but he'd not missed the idle flirty between the two old animals. Lucky for Pintel, the rat was too tired to care too much.
"Sparrow wot not miss a little grog after all." And with that.. he disappeared up the stairs with the feline, still bone poppin' all the way.
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