The Unwilling Queen of Pirates

What in Avo?

The light of the outside world crossed Sparrow's face. While she thought the day was alright, the Hero preferred the night. It was much easier to hide from her pointless problems while wading through the dark. The strange thing is... she doesn't remember getting to her bed last night.

Sparrow pushed herself up, causing pain to course through her. Where is Avo is she?

The room she was in looked very expensively decorated. Most likely, Reaver brought her here. The bed she was left in, confirmed her suspicions from the giant golden 'R' in the center of the blankets.

Sparrow pushed the sheets from her and realized her clothes were different. She now wore a red corset with a strange laced shirt over it. Her pants were about the same but were even darker than her previous pair. Checking her wound, she saw that it was now just a light scar. Then she noticed that her weapons were gone which was very far from comforting.

Ignoring the pain caused by those damned Banshees and Hollow Men, the Hero rises out of Reaver's bed and left the room.

She was on a ship, but not just any ship. It was a ship that just set sail.

"My darling Sparrow," Reaver greeted from the helm of the ship. "I didn't expect you to awake so soon more drag yourself from the comforts of my own bed."

"Why in Avo's name am I on your ship?"

"I said that you would get a tour of my mighty ship," he vaguely explained, letting another crew member take the helm.

The entire time he was talking, Sparrow was analyzing how bad the swim back to land would be. They weren't too far from Bloodstone. The ship must of just left harbor.

The Hero decided to risk the waters then find out whatever the Pirate had planned for her.

She ran for the opposite side of the ship, but Reaver had anticipated her moves. His arms were around her waist before she was even halfway there.

"Let go!" She demanded, struggling against his tight hold.

"You didn't honestly think I would just let you go after all the time I spent getting you prepared to travel? Going to WraithMarsh was only a temporary set back. The real adventure I've set up is much further away than the few hours it took to restore myself."

"You lying Pirate bastard!" Sparrow screamed, causing laughter among the crew.

She should've expected this from him. What hurt most is she did when he first arrived. Her feelings got the best of her and his stolen charm blinded her.

"I don't want to go anywhere with you! I was right not to trust you! Everything you do is for yourself!"

"Enough Sparrow!" Reaver growled, flipping her around. "I will not have insubordination on my ship."

"What're you going to do?" She challenged. "Make me walk the plank."

The next four hours consisted of the once righteous savior of Albion scrubbing the decks under the order of the Captain, Reaver. It was tiring work, but now she knew to keep her mouth shut. She refused to play his rigged games. It didn't matter what she would do, Reaver would always win.

Sparrow would love to shock that smirk right off his face. Unfortunately, she was still too weak to actually cast magic. The Hero only made a small show of it during emergencies to try and scare off any predator. That wasn't going to do anything on this ship but get another punishment.

For now, Sparrow was trapped on his ship and playing by his ridiculous rules.