The Unwilling Queen of Pirates

You... saved me?

When Sparrow's eyes flicked open, her throat burned giving her a coughing fit.

She realized something was weighing her down into the wet sticky sand. It was a body.

The Hero sat up and shoved the body off of her. "Reaver?" She questioned, once she saw his face.

Had he saved her? She remembered someone diving into the water before her lungs filled with water and weighed her down. Whatever he wants with her must be great because it is a miracle that either of them was alive. There was something else that flashed into her mind. When her mind floated in the darkness, she was pulled out for just a second to cough up salty water. The Pirate was doing something. His mouth had been on hers! He did save her, just not in the way she wanted.

Sparrow shuddered with a sigh and grabbed his arms. She used the remainder of her strength to pull Reaver further away from the shore of whatever island they were on. When she was convinced, the sea wouldn't suck him back in, the Hero examined their surroundings.

At the moment, they were on a cold sandy beach with a dense forest further away. There was no sign of Reaver's ship, or any ship out on the waters.

The little bird was freezing and just because the Pirate unconscious didn't mean he wasn't cold. A fire would have to be her first priority. Their clothes needed to come off and dry by a hot fire before she was shaking too much to light said fire.

Sparrow gathered the necessary supplies and luckily got the warm flames started on the beach beside a huge boulder. Then she dragged the Pirate over and stripped him of most of his clothing and hung them on the rock. Then her clothes went on the rock, though she kept her underwear and bra on. She could care less if they were soaked.

While sitting by the crackling fire, Sparrow watched Reaver's chest slowly rise and fall. She had never seen him so vulnerable and she couldn't help wonder if that was why she dragged him to the fire. She could have left him to die and tried to find a way back to Albion but... she couldn't. There were so many reasons that she should, but none of them felt right. He betrayed her and her stupid trust and plans on doing only he knows what with her, but she felt that leaving him to die was wrong. What was this?

Sparrow came back to the present, as the Pirate began to stir.

"Hmmm. Where are my clothes? Where are your clothes?" He hummed. "You couldn't have waited until I was conscious to make a move on me," He smirked, sitting himself up.

Sparrow groaned in annoyance. "I made a move to keep us from freezing to death. My nakedness is not for your wandering eyes."

"Is it so wrong to have a little fun?" He asked smugly.

"I'm all for fun, but not the fun that you're talking about," she replied.

"Fine," he groaned. "At the moment, I am quite famished."

"Then go find something."

"You should be grateful I took the care to dive in the waters after you."

"Noted."

Sparrow laid down, facing away from the fire and ultimately, Reaver. The Pirate just huffed and walked off into the forest in his underwear, with no weapon.

The Hero fell asleep, extremely exposed on the beach. By the time she awoke, it was well into the night and the Pirate King had not come back.

"Reaver!" Sparrow yelled into the trees.

She flew up and quickly dressed. Taking the Pirate's clothes with her and the sharpest possible rock, as well as a torch; The Hero waded into the dark forest.