Most people, when they first met him, assumed he'd lost his eye at sea. Stories churned of a wayward bullet (near struck his brain; s'why he's a bit...off nowadays), a cutlass slash that cleaved it in two, and shrapnel from a splintered mizzenmast. Some even spoke of a whore who, shrieking fit to wake the dead, had gouged it with a hatpin come morning.

In truth, he'd lost it as a child when he and his brothers were playing a game of stones. But Ragetti never corrected the tale-tellers; he'd learned some things from Jack Sparrow, after all.