Disclaimer: I do not own the movie that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Fandom: POTC

Pairing: Pintel/Ragetti 

Rating: PG-13

Auther: Spug

The Devil's Name Begin's with "P"

It had clearly been easy pickings. He knew that from the moment he spied the lad wobbling half drunk through the tavern. All elbows and knees; skin and bone wrapped in tattered clothing. A head of dirty blond hair; a generous mouth - and a complete blind side. Almost pretty if you cared to look past all the dirt - not nearly as striking as some wench; but in the late hours of the nights; hazed half drunk and horny - the lad would do.

He was a no-named pirate; but a predator none-the-less. A little more then average build was risen from a table littered with rum bottles and boots tromped after the lad; following him to the back of the tavern where it appeared he was heading for the side door - probably aiming to make his way out into the alley to have a piss. It only took him less then ten seconds to catch up.

As the scrawny blond reached for the door; he reached for that bony arm. As fast as a great white guts a seal he'd twisted that arm behind that long bony back and pinned the boy to the wall by the door. He held tight and used his body to hold; keeping struggles to a minimum.

"Ello lad." A mouth full of sharp rotting teeth were grinned at the one single blue eye that lured in his direction. It was pretty and full of booze and fear; innocence too. He ran his free hand across the back of that dirty long neck. Too easy a catch; he'd enjoy this. With another grin and a nibble to a grungy ear he began sliding the boy toward the corner. He relished in the tautness of the lad's frame. Ridged with fear; the bubbling up whimper.

"Scream if ye want too..no one cares 'ere." He told almost singsong into the boy's ear.

And the lad did. Quite loudly; bleating as a sheep would at the top of his lungs. But it wasn't a call to God or help or begs to not be hurt. It was a single word.

"Pintel! Piiiiiiiiintel! PINTEL! PINTEL!! PINTEL!PINTEL!PINTEL!"

Someone dropped a mug of grog at the noise. He smiled again and continued to push as the lad wailed that single word over and over again.

He was reaching for the lad's belt when he heard the snarling and then all the force of a powered black ball blasting out of a canon plowed into his side. He went hurling into the adjacent wall; that horrible snarling the only thing he could hear. As the wind left his frame and he raised to head to try and figure out what in the seven seas had happened - he was met with a yellow-eyed devil; all teeth and beard and red in the face. The devil swore and the last thing he saw was it rearing back it's fist before it slamming it into his face.

The floor was black before he met it - but his ears worked for just a moment longer.

"Pintel!"

"Can't leave ye alone fer a minute, can I?"

"Ta!"