Reaver and the world of Albion belong to Fable and Lionhead studios.

This room was as impressive as the last, dark mahogany wood with gold accents. The window from the last room was also here with the curtains drawn back, giving a view of the open ocean. The wooden walls had maps and charts hanging, as well as several trophies. A few cabinets were nailed down in the corners. A table was near another fire place with two chairs, a crimson couch near that.

How do they have fireplaces on ships? There was a special cover for it but still?

I looked back at the trophies on the wall, they were all different pistols. Four out of the six mounts had pistols on them. Reaver had dropped my arm and headed towards one of the cabinets as I walked over to the trophies. After pulling out a bottle of wine and a pair of glasses, he headed towards the couch, and hung his coat over the arm and relaxed into the couch, opening his red shirt just a bit.

"Ahh, admiring my collection of Dragonstompers are you? Only six were ever made for a lucky few, well not that lucky. You must understand, with fine weapons that are this rare, I simply had no choice but to hunt down the poor bastards and take what I deserve." He patted the pistol on his waist. "I have been collecting them for quite some time. With such exquisite craftsmanship, I simply needed to have this collection of unique weapons." He drew his pistol with a flourish and looked down the barrel. "Not to mention with my skill, I find that these beauties excel in completing any task at hand."

He had a twisted grin on his face that made me twitch and yearning for a weapon of her own.

"It is quite an impressive collection. How did you come across them if they are so rare?" He sat up and poured two glasses of wine. Offering me one, he beckoned to the couch and started his tale of the first time he heard of the legendary weapons. I listened as he leaned back, and told of the time he first meet a count who wielded a magnificent pistol. He gestured to one of the guns on the wall.

"Now that chap I tracked down for quite some time, but once I found him, he didn't stand a chance. I was simply too fast for the poor bugger and added a pretty little hole into his head. Oh that did cause quite a stir! Enough that I was actually challenged by someone who dared called himself the best shot in Albion! Now let's see, what was his name…? Wheeler? Whizzer? Oh that's right, Wicker! Before the fool could even take out his Red Dragon, he was nothing but a mess of blood and brains on the floor. Best shot my arse. You see me dear, I prefer a truly fair and unbiased fight, that way, I always win." He started to talk about all of his expeditions to foreign lands, the different experiences he had there, all of the exotic substances, the women…the men. His travels across Albion, the creatures he's killed, the ships he's commandeered. I listened with intent, intrigued with hearing the stories told directly from the pirate's mouth. He kept on calling for his cabin boy to bring in more wine until there were about four empty bottles. I have been politely rejecting any refills Reaver offered, not really knowing my limit nor how this type of wine would effect me; so far it just made me hungry. Reaver on the other hand had glassy eyes and was slurring his stories, repeating most parts. I couldn't help but smirk, until a slightly disturbing thought crawled into my mind.

Why would he get drunk unless he is sure that I won't attack or something. Is he luring me into a false sense of security? He couldn't possibly trust me.

Reaver's head tilted backwards and his empty glass fell to the floor. I made sure he was still breathing but when he started to snore and stretched out onto the couch, I had to smile. He actually looked cute and even innocent. And very alluring a dark voice purred in my head. I had to avert my eyes from looking at his exposed chest and bare stomach. His pulse was slow; I could practically see the flow of blood under the thin skin of his neck. Snapping myself out of…what ever the hell that was, I went back to the previous room, grabbing a blanket and covering Reaver.

Dam drunken pirates…Now what.

I started to walk around the room; looking at the charts and maps, trying to study and remember as much as possible. So much to learn…So much to do. I wonder if Teresa can contact me. Hopefully she knows I am here and I can find out what happened to my pack. Worse case scenario…I can go to the Shadow Court. A shiver shot down my spine.

That court reminded me of The Reaper. Why was he there before I was thrown into this mess?

I shook my head, and checked on Reaver who was still out cold before heading above deck. There was a dark hallway with a few other doors lead from the quarters to the deck. I followed it and stepped onto the deck; it was almost evening. My stomach growled as I looking around, and saw an older man with a grey beard steering the ship. Figuring there was nothing to loose, I walked up to the man.

"Ah evening mermaid, Reaver sent yah up here with orders" he said with a chuckle.

With a smile, I replied, "Please call me Jessie and I felt more like a broken bird falling then a mermaid. Reaver is resting. I was actually curious about the destination?"

The man grinned and with a raised eyebrow said, "Well, last I heard we were making port at Bloodstone."

Great, the city of whores and slaves…Well at least it's not Westcliff.

I looked around; it was so nice being able to see. With my headache gone, I can focus on the horizon; hell I can see even in the falling light, but could not see any land near by. "How much further to port Mr…?"

The old man chuckled and replied "Oh miss you can call me Saul and I figure about another day till we reach port. Hope the Captain figures out what to do with yah before then."

I raised an eyebrow and her eyes glinted in the darkness. Saul flinched as I replied with a slightly venomous voice, "Oh? And what do you think the good Captain would have planned for little ol' me?"

He looked away and shuddered. Clearing his throat, he replied, "Well, I would expect he would bed yah then if he doesn't kill yah, well maybe make use of you once at port."

I cocked my hip and sighed, "Well that's encouraging…Let me guess, the fact that I'm spoken for won't even try to halt him hmm?"

Saul chuckled, "If anything Miss, it will only make him more eager for the chase."

Great…Well now I need a plan B. Her stomach growled again. Dam, when was the last time I ate? I guess that fall took a lot out of me.

With a sigh, I said, "Is there anything on this ship to eat? While the wine was tasty, little pieces of cheese and fruit are not very filling."

My metabolism was going crazy and a ravenous feeling started to rise. Saul avoided making eye contact but he grunted, "Head across the deck and down to the galley, Cookie will have something for yah."

"Thanks." I replied, and headed towards the galley. Taking a deep breath of the fresh ocean air, I stopped to look out into the ocean. As long as I wasn't falling into it, the ocean had a really relaxing effect and made me feel glad to be away from the noise and pollution of the city. I couldn't help but smile, remembering fishing with my dad. It was the only time where I felt secure, but with Reaver around, safe is the last thing to feel. Opening the door, she headed down to find Cookie and hopefully some food.

The jumble of different smells almost made me gag. Sure there was something being cooked but the stench of filth made my head spin. I made my way down stairs to the galley and saw a heavy set man wearing grimy bandana and apron. As I got closer, he turned to grab a rag behind him and jumped when he saw me.

"Shit girl do you always sneak up on a man with a knife?" he sputtered.

Putting my hands up, I replied "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Saul said you might have some food?"

With a grunt he started to bustle around, and gave me a plate with a piece of fish and some mashed potatoes. I sat on the table and started to eat when the doors busted open. Two men came in holding a third between them. Cookie chuckled and said, "Eddi drank himself under the table again?"

"No Cook, he just fell over, spitting out his teeth." One of the guys said.

"Then he started to flop on deck like a bloody fish! I hope Jimmy can help his, or Capt will have us toss the poor sod over."

Putting my plate off to the side, I watched them carry the poor bastard down the hall.

"Have you had a lot of cases like that, Cookie?"

Shaking his head he replied, "Just a few. We have been at sea for a few months."

"I'm gonna go see if I can help."

Raising an eyebrow, he shrugged and watched as I walked down the hall.

Convulsions and spitting put teeth…It could be an assortment of illness. But if he was a drinker, it is possible. Those years interning at the med clinic are about to pay off.

The door was opened at the end of the hall with the two men telling a third what happened to the Eddie. I knocked and the three men looked up at me.

"Hello, I was wondering how he is?" The two younger men looked at me like I had ten heads, the third man was older and had a scared up face. He was the first to reply, "If Eddie was aware that a lass like you was asking for him, he might be happy till Reava put a hole in him."

One of the younger fellows asked "Why you care about em? You don't even know em?"

"I use to work along side a healer and thought I could help?" Yah talking like this is gonna be a pain. Jimmy shrugged and gestured to an unconscious Eddie. I walked into the room and noticed another cot with someone else on it. I looked around and saw a clean rag on a night stand.

"May I use that?" I asked pointing to the rag. Jimmy hands it to me and I use it to pull back the gums. The signs were clear with the gums that it was scurvy.

"Does the other fellow have similar symptoms?" Jimmy was stroking his chin and nodded.

"Hang on, I'll be right back. Try to get them to drink fresh water."

I head back to the kitchen and see Cookie preparing a fancy dinner. I ask if he has any oranges, limes or lemons. He quickly gestures to a pantry. Grabbing a clean bowl, I head in and grab some fresh fruit, a few peppers, wine and a knife. I get some juice in a bowl and head back to the boys. There murmuring to themselves when I walk in.

"Jimmy right? Can you hold his mouth open, he needs to drink this."

"Alright lass, but unless you got one of Reava's health potions, I don't know if there gonna make it."

"Well, here goes nothing."

Wow sorry it took so long to write. I hope you all enjoy reading it! The next chapter shouldn't take as long