The Unwilling Queen of Pirates

Reunion

"You've been ever so hard to find, my dear. I've been looking for you all over this blighted land," Reaver said, stepping closer and holstering his own gun.

"Re-Reaver?" Sparrow questioned her own state of mind.

"As if you could ever forget this gorgeously sculpted face," he smirked. "You've been so quiet the last six years, like a little mouse. I thought it was about time I paid a visit, mostly to make sure you were still breathing. I find myself in need of a Hero, such as yourself."

"I've left that life behind me," Sparrow responded, irritating her dry throat. "I am no Hero. Find someone else."

She turned her back on an irritated Reaver but no later he was pulling her back by her arm.

"So I see. The rumors were true," he muttered. "As disgusting as it sounds, you are a Hero made to serve others for all their insignificant needs. It seems only fair is you serve my needs as well."

She scoffed. " Says the most selfish man I ever met. I don't do "the helping" anymore."

"Let me clarify, dear Sparrow. I'm not asking for your help. I'm demanding for you to accompany me."

"Demand away," she shrugged.

"At least come with me to my mansion so we may talk about this without prying eyes. Be grateful that I rescued you from those men."

"I'm more than capable of killing them myself. I didn't ask for you to assist," she spat out.

"Are you not willing to speak to me about this little quest I've been building up for you?"

"No," she answered, coldly, pushing her dark crimson hair away from her slender face.

"Do you not crave the treasure and thrill of the adventure? Oh, you have changed my little Sparrow but as I said, we will discuss this in my Mansion."

Reaver picked up Sparrow's gun from the bloodied dirt and holstered it while keeping his own gun on her. He noted that while she looked slightly irritated, there was no other emotion behind her emerald eyes.

She finally gave the nod of her head and followed Reaver up to his mansion in stone cold silence. Reaver glanced back, every few minutes to make sure she was still following. Sparrow had slid her hood back over at one of the moments he looked away.

Reaver couldn't help but be surprised when he witnessed how skinny Sparrow's face had become. Her body always filled itself out and was the most arousing body he had seen. Somehow, she resisted his flirtatious ways so he never had a taste of her. One shudders at the thought of how skinny the rest of her body must be.

They arrived at the Mansion with evidently no trouble. The Pirates avoided their Pirate King and some even bowed to him.

"How long have you been back?" Sparrow asked quietly.

"Merely a few hours. I haven't even had a chance to enter my cozy little Mansion since I've been back."

"I wouldn't call it small."

"Yes, well... one as rich and immortal as I, deserve the finer qualities that such a life can supply. You can share some of those qualities if you desire to," Reaver suggested, looking back he gave her a flirtatious wink.

She glared at him but Reaver felt satisfaction seeing as he could make her feel emotion.

"Not a chance," Sparrow grumbled.

"Why not, my dear? Indulge yourself before you find yourself at the end of a sword. Imagine how pleasurable you'll feel throwing yourself at such a man of skill... and for your first time-"

"How'd you figure that out?" Sparrow asked red dancing on her cheeks in the lowering sun.

"I can see it with your every step. Perhaps we can move to pleasure before business-"

"Cram it," Sparrow said, slightly shocking him.

Reaver made a note to watch her for her will. He'd done a fine job avoiding Garth's swords and lightning bolts whenever he got annoyed at him. Part of the reason he was so glad to set sail back to Albion, Though finding Sparrow so soon was a big shock in itself.

Once they reached Albion ground, he sent out a few men with letters to scour the kingdom to find Sparrow. With what rumors being passed around, Reaver estimated it would take weeks if not months. The earlier the better, he supposed.

He was pleased to see that his Mansion looked undisturbed from the ruthless thugs that occupied his little city. It seemed they still feared him even after his long absence. He grinned at the thought.

"Must you smile like that?" Sparrow asked once they were standing inside. "It's disturbing."

Her comment only added to his sickening grin. She sighed and pulled down her hood to once again reveal her pale skinny, face.

"Why am I here Reaver?"

"Why must there be a reason? I may have just wanted to see an old friend."

"I fear to think of what friends you have scattered around Albion. Now tell me, oh Pirate King. Why have you called me here? What could I possibly aid you with."

"My immortality. It's due."