The Unwilling Queen of Pirates

You're In My Heart

It has been two days since the Pirate and the Hero fled from the savages of the island. It was a constant struggle to stay ahead of them. The inhabitants of the island always seemed to be right behind them. The duo was exhausted from the constant chase, lack of food, and lack of sleep. At some point, one would think the savages would give them up, but at the moment they were literally right behind the two.

"Sparrow, duck!" Reaver commanded, nearly out of breath.

The little bird did as told, her head narrowly avoiding the spear that was thrown at her. The pirate was infuriated at the attempt on his woman's life. With a loud growl, he fired his DragonStomper at the offending tribe. The man who threw the spear took the bullet in the head, giving Reaver a dark sense of satisfaction.

He quickly pulled the frightened Sparrow behind him while his eyes circled the perimeter. The rest of the savages must be hiding in the trees and shrubbery that was the forest.

A bush rustled to their left and the Pirate King did not hesitate to fire into the shrub. A body toppled out crying out in pain as the bullet went through his chest, but not his heart.

While the two were distracted by the cry, another savage dropped from a tree above them, knocking them both to the ground. The gun flew from Reaver's grasp as the savage attacked him, attempting to stab a spear through his stone cold heart. The pirate held onto the end of the sharp stick, pushing to keep it as far away as he could.

Sparrow clambered to the discarded gun, rolled onto her back and put a bullet into the bastard's brain. The corpse fell onto Reaver splattering his blood on the pirate's face. He quickly shoved off the body and wiped the blood on his sleeve leaving a red streak across his face.

The Pirate King and little bird made eye contact as she let his own gun linger on him for a second longer before passing it back to him. She could feel a small amount of strength return to her from the experience she collected from the kill.

They both sat for a moment watching, listening for any more attackers. When they heard and saw nothing, they both let out a breath of relief.

Reaver gasped in surprise as his little bird embraced him tightly. It was a shock to him that she saved him from being impaled by a spear, but the hug stunned him.

Sparrow pulled away from him to witness his mouth hanging slightly open. He wanted to ask about the change of heart but settled for awkward silence.

He got to his feet and offered a hand to Sparrow which she took. Reaver quickly let go of her hand when he felt that fluttering sensation in his stomach. It annoyed him that he liked the feeling.

Once the Pirate determined which way to walk, they traveled onwards in silence.

Since their encounter with the island's uncivilized people, there has been no other sign of them. The entire rest of the day the two were consumed by their thought of each other. The basis of their thought was about the hug Reaver received from Sparrow.

The little bird didn't understand why she had embraced him. When she saw the spear getting close to his chest, her heartfelt pained. It felt as though the stick was driven through her own heart. The only thought that was in her mind when she shot the savage was, 'save my pirate.' ... Now she understands why she hugged him. She had fallen for her kidnapper who was probably going to murder her by the end of this adventure.

Reaver couldn't figure out why the hero showed him that sign of affection. He felt that the little bird should despise his very being. The pirate would prefer that she hates his guts when he fulfills his purpose for taking her. He knew that what he felt towards her was more than just lust. It was a feeling he knew long ago that has been lying dormant inside him since the day Oakvale burned. When she burned.

When Sparrow was nearly impaled by that spear. Reaver felt unspeakable fury, but not because his mission would be ruined. It was the image of his Sparrow's blood soaking into the ground as she took her last breath, that fueled his rage.

He couldn't stand the thought of her death, or even getting hurt, but the pirate felt that all he's done is hurt her. Maybe if he abandoned his quest he'll get to keep the woman whose wormed her way into his dead heart.