The water sloshed back and forth in the bay in bloodstone harbor, the lights of all the buildings save one were off, yet it was not quiet for a certain pirate was hosting one of his famous parties at his mansion .Guests were dancing and chatting with other nobles that had shown up .Sailing in from all over the country .However the pirate himself was in his bedroom chatting with a rather interesting guest.

"So why exactly have you graced my humble abode yet again with your presence, my dear friend."

"As I recall Reaver I bought this mansion when you left with Garth."

"Ah yes, but how could you put out a friend like me? After all I helped you save the world."

"As I recall you betrayed me no less than twice my old friend."

"Details, details" Reaver laughed

"Well as I said I only gave you back your mansion so that you wouldn't stay at the castle with me."

"Your majesty I'm hurt do you not enjoy my company anymore" he grinned his reavirsh smile.

"You know that's not it, I just cant have you shooting anymore of my servants." Reaver chuckled

"Your majesty" he said as only he could "As I recall you shot your fair share as well."

"They had it coming" he mumbled Reaver burst out laughing.

"Well maybe you should acquire better servants"

"Oh, Reaver good help is so hard to…"

Suddenly the doors burst open and a filthy pirate servant started yelling master Reaver master Reaver someone has been harassing your guests and.."

A gunshot rang and the man collapsed to his knees bleeding from his leg.

"How dare you interrupt us while I am speaking with his majesty, my king would you care to do the honors?"

The servant seemed to understand his life was in jeopardy he attempted to stand to try and run away but his leg would not allow him to.

"Please master Reaver I meant no disrespect"

"Your gravelling wont save your pathetic life, so your majesty what do you say?"

The king smiled wickedly "Why not make it a competition old friend?"

"Oh what an excellent idea I do so enjoy a good challenge…shall we say on the count of three.. two.. one."

Both Reaver and the king drew their pistols fast as lightning and fired, the servant was blasted off his knees from the force of the shots and sprawled out on the floor, blood started to pool around him.

"Hmmm still a quarter of a second faster as always Reaver"

"What can I say I have years of practice" he laughed "By the way how are you liking that pistol you obtained from that shooting range in westcliff?"

"To be honest I think I prefer my custom clock work to this one"

"Well better in your hands then that pitiful fool who last held it and tried to challenge me to a fight…Can you believe he though he actually had a chance against me? I mean really how naive can one get?"

"Indeed he had to have been pretty dumb to try that..anyway I think we should attend to this little problem your servant was speaking of."

"Yes I suppose your right best not to keep these things waiting."

With that they exited the room and headed down the stairs to the door closing loudly behind them.