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"Stop shooting my house Reaver!" Sparrow tried to pounce at Reaver but stood back once he stormed up the stairs and started shooting up the place.
"My house! MY HOUSE! With MY jewels that are missing!" He only got more pissed the further he searched his house and everything was indeed gone.
Now she was forced behind a pillar and Reaver casually sitting on her desk, gun pointed at her direction and every movement she made was met with a bullet. Reaver really wanted to hurt her.
She needed to think, before he actually got angry and did want to kill her. She knew Reaver was just as capable of making a shot bounce off one of the armor and hit her - she seen it and it was imprinted in her mind. Clearly he was giving her a chance, or he really liked playing before going for the kill.
"Those jewels you had, I never see them before-"
More gun shots were shot her way and Reaver actually roared in anger.
"They were extremely rare! Jewels that you only hear in old stories, and I had them! All the time wasted on the seas, years on that damn boat! All gone!"
"And you stupidly left it behind with nothing but a note."
He shot at her until he was out of bullets and it was silent. She knew this was her only chance.
"What if I told you you could get it back."
He chuckled while reloading his pistol. "Of course. We can negotiate."
She knew if Reaver went from blood red angry to Reaver, he had to be scheming. She looked at every angle, she was trapped. She could barely move. He had to be the Hero of Skill to have her like this, and she could only blame herself for ducking behind the pillar.
"I know you're very capable of killing me. And since you haven't I have to assume it's because the pillar is in the way and you want to see me die."
It was silent because she was right. He had seen the armor perfectly placed just inches from her. All he has to do is shoot it and wait for the dull thud of her body to hit the floor.
"But that's too superficial, even for you. You don't want me dead because you want to talk. So.. let's talk."
She heard a sound similar to him slamming his hand down with the pistol. Then he laughed, "I'm out of bullets, amuse me."
She knew that was a lie, but she still emerged from behind the pillar and she made sure her Will was ready. If he were to shot she was damn making sure she was taking the bastard with her.
"In the desk there's a list. All of their names and whereabouts is all on it."
Reaver took his eye off her for one moment to look for said paper. Like she said it was the first paper on piles of scrolls. It was folded and worn through and looked like it's been in murky water, but the names and information was all there and clear to read.
They were scattered all over Albion and this would take weeks to get it all back, maybe more depending if they sold it or not. It only annoyed him further and he swiftly picked up the pistol and shot her. She dodged just in time, the bullet grazing her but it was impressive considering Reaver never missed a shot he wanted to hit.
He grits his teeth, "That decides it then. I'm actually glad you're alive, I need you."
She stared at him confused. He just tried to shot her.
"This is just names and locations. I haven't seen who you sold it to. They could have been using a fake name at the time, or even changed their names by now if they were smart. I need you to confirm it for me, and since you're still alive when I clearly wanted you dead you're also a valuable ally and capable of doing so."
"And if I refuse?"
He grins. "I have 9 bullets left. You're out in the open, and I'm far from calm right now. I'm sure your luck would run out by then."
"So if I refuse, you shoot?"
"You try anything, I shoot. You try to deceive me, I shoot. You try-"
"Alright, I get it. But how do I know you won't kill me after?"
Reaver thought about this. He hadn't thought that far ahead, after all he did just find out all his favorite jewels were gone, this was a moment thing.
"A pirates promise don't mean nothing anymore?" He gave a wolfish grin.
Sparrow glared. "You proved how much I can trust you when you betrayed me multiple times. And you just tried to kill me seconds ago."
"Dully noted. But if you were in my shoes at the time-"
She could recall that day so clearly. "If I was in your shoes at the time I wouldn't have hesitated to tell you Lucien was after you, and knowing my morals, I probably would have offer to help you too." She sounded annoyed recalling the event.
"You don't really have time to discuss this, I'm getting bored and impatient for your answer." He waved his pistol in the air.
"I still don't know if you're going to kill me," she crossed her arms, "And what's in it for me?"
He grinned, "I gurantee I won't harm you during our adventure. What happens after, happens. The fact that I didn't kill you should be enough of a reward." He could give her that.
It was conceited and useless, but it was Reaver and it was all she was going to get. And she really needed those jewels.
"Let's say I agree."
"Then I need to rest up first. And pick up a few things before we go, like weapons and food. Wraithmarsh is such a tiresome task."
She watched him descend up the steps and head towards her bed chambers. She didn't have the energy to tell him no, and as she looked at the various bullet holes in the room, she didn't want to.
She sharply told Richard, the servant boy to clean the house after he helped clean her bullet wound, while she made stops around Bloodstone. He quietly asked if he could come, to buy materials for the house.
Sparrow was going to say no but she hasn't travelled the marsh since she figured out how to plant her own cullis gate. The hordes of hallowmen became hard in numbers when she was alone, and keeping an eye on a banshee while her children closed in wasn't easy. She could do it at one point when she had her companion to warn her.
With Reaver it should at least go quicker. But it was nice to stock up on things before their journey, Wraithmarsh was just the start.
She sighs deeply, "If you must."
He looked cheerful and from a day like this, she would allow that instead of his miserable frown.
She makes a stop to the blacksmith, stocking up on bullets and while she waited on her weapons getting cleaned, she sent Richard with extra money to the produce stall and he looked horrified but for good reason.
She sent him there a while ago now. Even her weapons were done being cleaned before he even got back, and she figured she'll stop by to save him from whatever trouble he probably got himself into.
She wasn't surprised to see Richard being held by the shirt by the produce man, a threatening hand in the air. And from the red marks on Richard's face, she could tell the man had already got in a few blows.
She approaches with an amused grin and Richard immediately looks ashamed. He clutches the tossed basket into his chest as he bows his head at the stall owner. And Sparrow didn't like that one bit, no one should be putting fear into her workers hearts, and anyone that does-
She slips between them, gently grabbing Richard by the shoulder. "Are you alright?" She inspects his face while he tries to reel back from her hands, "Are you hurt?"
When he doesn't speak, she tilts her head. Her cold demeanor back. "Why are you always causing me trouble?"
"No! I told him I was shopping for you and that I needed the higher quality stuff, he thought I was lying-"
Before he could stop himself from saying more, or even reach out to stop her wrist, she pulled out her pistol and shot the man behind her, all while not taking her eyes off him.
She quickly smiles after. "Look at that, looks like we got lucky. Make sure to take as much as you can, Richard, better us than the rest of bloodstone."
She walks over the body and back to the Manor, a new rush tingling her. Richard couldn't even look at the man while he took some fruits and vegs. If he stayed quiet about the incident he could have got yelled at and another life wouldn't be dead because of him.
"Richard!" Sparrow sharply calls.
He rushes to her because she was worst angry. He can't believe she's been calm from the events of today, and he'd like to keep things smooth until it ends.
