The Unwilling Queen of Pirates

Haven

One would think after wandering about in the desert for days, that person would eventually get used to the blinding sun and scorching heat. At least one would hope. The Pirate King and Sparrow haven't gotten used to it, but they were faring better than their first venture into the desert. Thanks to Jael and the generous supplies he had given them for the shady journey. The little bird tries not to focus on whatever Reaver's big evil plan is and tries to enjoy whatever time she has with him. She figured by the end of this quest, they would go their separate ways, or one of them will be dead. For obvious reasons, Sparrow tries not to think about it, but that's all the great Reaver could think about.

Could he really go through with this? Even after they claimed love for one another in the palace which she could have chosen to remain in instead of blindly follow him? The Pirate had no idea.

"Are we getting close?" Sparrow suddenly asked breaking Reaver out of his horrendous thoughts. "We are running dangerously low on water. Not that it has the best taste to it anyhow."

The Pirate still didn't respond. The little bird felt unsure of herself. Reaver's been acting strangely the closer they get to their destination. He's either very chatty or very silent, seemingly in thought. It worried the young hero. Maybe he's having second thoughts about whatever he's doing. Maybe it's so bad that he's starting to feel guilty since he declared his resentful love for the girl. It could have all been a lie, but it feels so real to Sparrow.

During these times of silence, the little bird says whatever she can think of until she gets a response from him. It at least brings him out of his head for a little while before he retreats back.

"We're almost out of food too," she tells him.

Still no response.

"Didn't you say this place was three days away? It's been five days."

Reaver finally looked at her in slight annoyance. "I didn't say three days. I told you five."

Sparrow sighed in relief. "I know, but it got you to talk," she then admitted. "You've been pretty quiet the last few days."

"I apologize, dear Sparrow," The pirate says genuinely. He honestly hasn't noticed his silence due to the thoughts that keep passing through his head. "What was your question?"

"Are we almost there? And how do you know where we're going?"

"Yes, Sparrow. We're almost there," he signed. "I've been here before, but by ship. It shouldn't be too difficult to find."

"Oh great," she muttered. "We're going to die in a desert."

"What was that?" Reaver stopped and gave her another irritated look.

Sparrow shyly planted her lips on his for a brief second.

"Hm. Good answer," the pirate tells the girl with a cocky smile replacing his tiresome expression.

Reaver pulled her against him in a hasty movement. He expertly kissed Sparrow back, plunging his tongue into her mouth when she allowed him to. His hands roughly gripped her arse causing the hero to squeak in surprise into the pirate's mouth. She could literally feel his smirk through the kiss that promptly turned into a make-out session.

The little bird finally pulled away, but only because it seemed like the pirate King sucked out all the oxygen in her lungs. They gasped for air and continued to hold onto each other. Reaver looked down at her with more affection than she's ever seen anybody show and softly brushed the hair out of her face.

"No women has ever made me feel so crazy in my long life," he admitted.

Sparrow could feel the heat rising to her face. "Just how old are you, Reaver?" she joked, brushing off the compliment.

He frowned to some extent. The pirate actually couldn't remember how old he was it's been so long. At any rate, the hero made him feel like a teenager sometimes and other times like an old man.

"Hey, I was kidding," Sparrow assures putting a hand on his perfect face. "I guess I'm not used to compliments."

"We'll have to remedy that," he decided his usual smirk coming back. Reaver gave her a quick peck on the cheek before letting her go. "As much as I desire this, we should move along. I'd prefer to arrive before dark."

She hastily agreed. Sparrow intertwined her hand with Reaver's and pulled him along. "I don't care where we're going as long as we're getting out of this desert."

"I just have to say that you are the most adorable thing in this world," he chuckled as her face turned crimson.

"Wait," Sparrow mutters. "What's that in the distance?" She pointed over to some shapes in the distance.

"That, my dear Sparrow, would be Haven," the pirate answered, as a wave of dread filled him.