The Unwilling Queen of Pirates

Twisted Minds

It has been four days since they washed onto this island. Food had been scarce as well as fresh water, but they were alive. The hut they've been occupying was actually quite cozy once Sparrow cleaned it out.

There was still no attack from the locals, but that didn't stop the anxiety that wrapped around the little bird's heart. It only got worse every time Reaver headed out to gather necessities.

In order to survive, both the Hero and the Pirate have been sleeping in the same bed. There was only one bed and without each other, they would surely freeze in the chilled nights.

Since they had arrived in the hut, Sparrow has constantly been drilling Reaver for information. He hasn't told her much though and she's getting impatient.

The door of the hut flew open with a steaming Pirate being the force. Blood dripped from his shoulder soaking his shirt with red.

"What happened?" Sparrow asked, getting the bandages they had found in the hut.

"A wild boar that I thought could be our dinner," he explained.

"Guess he had other plans. Off with the shirt."

The Hero helped him remove his shirt and began cleaning his wounds with what water they had left. Then, for reasons still unknown to them both, she used what strength she could and healed most of his injury.

"What was... How did you do that?" Reaver asked, flexing his shoulder.

"I studied how to use my will to give life to others," she explained, bandaging his wound.

For some reason, any contact with his skin seemed to send warm sparks through her. She figured that she just used too much of her strength seeing as she almost fainted, and was now delirious.

"I think I'm about ready to murder your entire crew," Sparrow said, plopping down next to him on the bed. "Or you, for pulling me outta the water."

Right, Reaver thought. Even though his crew can hardly function without him there holding the leash, they should have at least found the island by now. Maybe he'll have to do a little cleaning up, with his gun once they found them. Possibly, he should have accepted Sparrow as lost when she went overboard, instead of diving into the raging ocean like a madman. His little plan wouldn't work if they stay stranded on this damnable island, but it wouldn't work with her dead or lost either.

"Did you see anyone out there?" Sparrow asked.

"Not a soul, besides that insufferable boar," Reaver pouted, still examining the area that the Hero healed.

Sparrow couldn't keep in her small giggle at the Pirate's pouty face at being beaten by a boar. "You don't seem as invisible as I first perceived you to be." The first time she saw Reaver's blood from a small cut he received during their run from the spear throwing savages, she shrieked and thought that he was dying. The little bird figured the ritual didn't fully take effect and he was going to wither and die. He had laughed at her for nearly five minutes straight which reassured her that he was fine, but still as much of an ass as before.

Reaver groaned, but the little smirk he revealed betrayed his annoyed features. He suddenly pulled the worried little bird down onto his lap and into his embrace. "The crew will eventually find us. In the meantime..."

"Reaver no..." she argued trying to pull away from his advances.

"You won't escape me that easily, little Sparrow," the Pirate King said. He flipped their positions and let his fingers gently dig into the soft skin over her ribs.

She tried not to give him the satisfaction, but couldn't help as the laugh was basically forced out of her. Sparrow fought his grip, but he had a superior position and he wasn't weakened by years of neglect on oneself.

"Stop!" She shrieked through her laughter. "I hate being tickled!"

That wasn't a lie either. Sparrow hated being tickled. It made her feel so weak and she didn't need the reminder that the Pirate King can still overpower her.

"By now, women... or men have given me access to everything they have," The Pirate said. He ceased his obnoxious tickling and grabbed the Hero's wrists, pushing them to the bed above her.

"You already stole me," she reminded him. "Anything else you get from me will also have to be stolen."

Reaver let out a growl of frustration before letting the little bird go as if her skin burned him. "I can take whatever I want from you."

"You can," Sparrow said somewhat bitterly. "But I will never forgive you."

Reaver's face turned dark giving Sparrow a twisted feeling in her gut. She should have shut her mouth when he let her go because the Pirate is more than capable of using her body in any way he pleased, but she was sick of his constant deceit. Why is she so important to the Pirate that he nearly drowned pulling her out of the water? It couldn't have to do with simple pleasures, such as sex. He would have already taken it away from her if it was as simple as that.

"Why am I here? What plans do you have for me? I demand answers!" The little bird demanded, standing from the bed.

"Answers that you have no right to and therefore will not receive," He replied angrily.

"I have every right. I did not ask to join you on this voyage across the waters," she argued.

"You let yourself deteriorate in pointless despair! I brought you back from your withered state! Your life is my property! I own everything you are!" The Pirate yelled. "I owe you nothing. You owe me everything," he growled, his perfectly sculpted face red with fury.

Reaver grabbed his shirt and slammed the door behind him as he stalked out of the tree hut. Sparrow threw herself back on the bed in utter anguish. How could he think that she belonged to him? The Hero never asked for his help though he hardly offered it. She was all but forced to go to his mansion when he first found her. He had no right to interfere with her grieving process. Now it was muddled and confusing. The little bird still felt in despair for her sister, dog, and usefulness, but now there was a tinge of happiness? Hope? She wasn't sure, but she feels more than she had during her state of depression. Sparrow couldn't tell if it was from the Pirate himself or the fascination she had with adventure. It could even be both. What she feared most is that the prospect of Reaver owning her did not bring her fear. It brought her a certain excitement that made her heart feel as if it was beating out of her chest. Somehow, the Pirate King has infected her mind. She would have to be as twisted as him to want to be property of a man who 'd sell his soul for the ability to live longer.

Sparrow buried her face in the bed and let out a rage induced scream. What was even happening with her? She did not know.

How dare that woman insult the great Reaver as she did! He gave her the care that she needed when he had found her. Maybe messing around with whores in the next room wasn't the wisest, but everything else he did was to take care of her. His quest didn't care about her state of health. He could have just taken her as she was and hoped that she didn't die on the journey. Even now he can feel the tug of worry on his dark heart. This woman has slowly etched herself into a place only one other woman has been: his heart. She was always on his mind, even when he was beyond furious with her. The impossibly cold rock heart that Reaver had felt as warm as the sun when he was next to her. Perhaps the Pirate King is the Hero's puppet. The little bird was easily able to sway his emotions. Emotions that he left behind the day Oakvale was pillaged by the dark shadows that he summoned. He no longer feared death as he had so long ago. Now he only feared her death. His Sparrow.

No. He is the marvelous Reaver. No woman can sway him. Only he can sway woman and men alike. His heart was dead and void. Nothing can revive it and Reaver refused to play by a woman's infuriating emotions.

A branch snapped above him making his feet stop their rage induced shuffle. Where in Avo was he? Men dropped from the trees and quickly surround him with spears. Can't a man take a stroll through the hostile jungle and not be ambushed by tree savages?

The Pirate did the only thing that could come to mind. He pulled out his Dragonstomper and fired.