The Unwilling Queen of Pirates

The Storm

The moment the sun had rose, Sparrow was awake though she wouldn't know if it was day or night the brig was so lurid. It seemed as though hours had passed while she waited for the Pirate to appear. Her muscles were still sore and wound, tender.

When Reaver did show his face, he didn't seem as joyful as he was the day prior. He unlocked the cage and painfully grabbed her arm.

She resisted the need to complain about it, knowing it would not help her. He would only get more enraged.

He led her up to the Helm and relieved the Pirate there. The Pirate King took up the wheel while Sparrow guessed she was just to stand there and watch. She noticed his anger seemed to be directed at her. It was probably because she didn't feel the need to sleep with him.

Her legs grew tired as she stood watching him. It's been at least a few hours since he had her out and still not a word passed between them. Even the crew was silent, as the feared the rage that might fall onto them. Sparrow was about to snap but before she could, the crew member in the crow's nest yelled down to us,

"Storm approaching!"

That was when they saw the dark mass of clouds and rain coming towards them by their right side.

Reaver started calling out orders to the rest of the crew while the little bird stood dumbfounded. One of the crew members brought her a rope and tied her a rope line.

Her wits finally came back as she noticed everyone tying a rope line for themselves, including Reaver. The Pirate was next to her looking worried yet excited by the oncoming storm. All Sparrow felt was horror. She was never a fan of the ocean and this was the first storm she would be going through on a rival's ship.

She noticed that the Pirate King had grabbed her hand in an attempt to calm her raging nerves down.

"My ship can withstand any storm," Reaver yelled, confidently as the rain began to pour down on them.

The ocean began producing massive waves that rocked the ship. Sparrow let out a yelp and tightly grasped Reaver's gloved hand, which for the first time that day produced a small grin on his face.

The winds were terribly strong, giving Sparrow the fear that she'll fly right off the ship. She probably would have without the rope around her waist and the strong grip on the Pirate's hand.

He was guiding the ship directly into the waves to keep us from tipping over. Everything seemed to be going well until they all heard the loud snap of Sparrow's rope snapping.

The world seemed to go in slow motion. Sparrow was immediately thrown off the ship. Reaver's glove slipped off his wet hand and went with Sparrow into the Ocean.

Before she was completely submerged, she managed to take in a deep breath. Using all her strength, the Hero kept kicking herself to the surface just to be reburied.

She knew there was basically no hope of survival, but she wouldn't stop until her lungs filled with water and her body failed her. Once a person goes overboard, they're lost forever.

Before her vision blacked out, she saw somebody actually dive into the water.