The Unwilling Queen of Pirates

Regret

The pirate woke slowly as sunlight poured through the window crossing over his eyes. He lifted his hand over his eyes with a groan. A soft feminine sigh came from his bed. His body tensed for a moment before he remembered last night's events. His eyes peered down at his little Sparrow, cuddled up to his bare chest. Her leg was thrown over his and a smile on her face that warmed his heart. Then he felt a slight panic grip at his chest.

Why did he bring her here? She's in major danger. He can't lose the little bird now that she has finally become his. Reaver didn't have very many regrets. There were a few from before he made that deal with the shadows and that was one of them. Since then, he felt no need to regret any decision, no matter how foolish it was. Now that another life is in his hands, a life that he cherishes... the only thing he could feel was regret and resentment towards himself. If Sparrow dies, it will be entirely his fault. If she dies, she will take the new heart he has grown, with her.

Carefully, the Pirate moved the hero off himself and started dressing himself with haste. Hopefully, by now his crew has docked at the harbor, so they can make a quick escape. If not, Reaver will find them. He will feed them to the Savages on the other side of the island after putting a bullet in all of their knee caps.

His movements disturbed the sleeping beauty he had left in their bed. Sparrow watched him, eyes full of uncertainty. She had given into him. The little bird had let Reaver do what no other man had done. She couldn't bring herself to regret the incident. It was much more pleasant than what she expected. Though, Reaver has had a lot of practice. Sparrow didn't even want to think about that and whatever diseases she now probably had.

Why was he in such a rush? She wondered, as her eyes wandered over his dwindling bare skin. The pirate king glanced back at her and realized she was watching him.

"Sparrow," he spoke, the tone of his voice urgent. "I need you to get dressed and wait for me here. Do not leave this room."

Reaver grabbed his new sword and his DragonStomper and walked towards the door.

"Why? What's happening?" She asked, standing from the bed.

He turned to her and admired her naked form. There were light marks on her skin where he had claimed her as his own. His eyes met hers and she could see the pain that lay within them.

"I've made a mistake," he stated, leaving her alone in the room.

Sparrow stared at the closed door for a moment. Was I the mistake? She couldn't help wonder.

The little bird gathered up her clothes that were scattered throughout the room and set them by her pack. She dug around until she found some clean, well kind of clean clothes to put on. Sparrow threw them on and gathered her weapons. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she was going to be ready. After putting her pack on her back, she sat on the edge of the bed, holding her shimmering pistol towards the door.

Reaver walked cautiously through the little village. The people stopped to stare at him as he passed. The pirate constantly felt eyes on him. He casually walked down to the docks and looked for his majestic ship. Reaver tried to appear nonchalant as if he was looking across the ocean at the incredible view, but in reality, he was looking for an escape. His ship was nowhere anywhere in sight. The pirate silently cursed his crew. They had no way off this accursed island, and Reaver did not doubt that the locals would figure out who Sparrow was. They probably already had.

Even though the pirate king detested Jael, maybe he can them off the island. No, the trip back would be too much on his little bird and they didn't have enough supplies. They were trapped and it was all his fault.

Reaver's head cocked up as a gunshot rang out. One thought passed through his head. Sparrow. He turned to be greeted with something hard smacking into his perfect face.