The Unwilling Queen of Pirates

Property

Trust. Why was Sparrow able to trust Reaver? How could she? The Pirate King was hardly honest, yet she let herself feel safe around him. An imbecile is what she is.

Since her innocent childhood trust was utterly destroyed by Lucien, trust hardly entered her mind. During the years she spent with Hammer, Garth, Reaver, and even Theresa, she was cold. Friendly and trustful on the outside, but her soul dark and twisted.

The years alone without purpose left her soul free to expand over her warm seeming body. Yet reuniting with the Pirate caused her mistrust and frozen heart to retreat and reopen her painful wounds that kept her sane.

It was strange how she had felt around him back at Bloodstone, but now she felt nothing but betrayal and anger. At this point, the little bird would rather give herself to the sea than stay stranded with Reaver.

"You missed a spot," one of the crew members said, kicking over the bucket of dirty water.

He laughed as well as the crew but Sparrow only sighed in pain. Her muscles burned from the constant strain of scrubbing as well as her previous injuries, mixed with her feeling of despair brought a few tears to her eyes.

She glanced up at Reaver and saw that he was not as amused as the crew. The man that had carelessly knocked over her bucket was suddenly screaming in pain as the Pirate King shot him in the arm with his rare pistol.

"I don't recall giving any of my crew permission to interact with my prisoner. You seem to think otherwise."

"No captain! I'm sorry! It was a mistake!"

"I can sometimes be forgiving," Reaver said, taking in Sparrow's shocked expression and the few tears that escaped her.

The King of Pirates slowly made his way down to us, spinning his pistol in his hand. Going behind the crew member, Reaver kicked the back of his knees causing the man to land in the murky water. Then her pirate grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up, off the hardwood floors of his ship.

"Oh and while you're down there, clean up that mess," Reaver told the insubordinate bandit before pulling Sparrow to his room.

"Thanks," Sparrow said, unsure.

"Your ever welcome, my dear Sparrow. I can't let my crew get away with touching my property," he explained, wiping away her tears.

"Excuse me?!" The Hero pulled her aching arm away from the selfish psychopath. "This is kidnapping! I don't belong to you!"

A wide grin made its way to his face.

"If that was the case, you'd be butt naked and in the hands of the rest of my crew."

"You wouldn't actually do that, would you?" She asked, surprised and disgusted.

The only answer she got was his sickening smile as he walked away.

The table was set with a meal and he beckoned her to join him.

"You just expect me to dine with you as if nothing has changed?"

Reaver sighed, annoyance clear of his sculpted face.

"After we dine, I'll give you a chance to get some questions answered through a little game. Now sit. I grow tired of this constant negativity."

Sparrow resigned and sat across from him. After their food was consumed as well as a bottle of red wine, they settled on Reaver's bed to play his game.

"Are you familiar with the rules of chess?" He asks, revealing a glass chess set.

"Yes, Reaver. I can play chess."