Author's note: A quick chapter update as I felt the need to answer Baby Mama Valkyria.

Meijin lightus : I wouldn't put it passed Reaver, if Jelly beans existed in Albion. But they don't.

Baby Mama Valkyria: I did think about that. And Yes, Edward Swift is related to Major 'Jack' Swift. But I will not be explaining how they are related just yet, as there will be a future chapter on that, but he is not his father. So, it will be explained eventually. You will just have to wait to find out.

Anyway, the second love interest is appearing in this one. You may have guessed who it is. I hope you enjoy the chapter, read and review.

Chapter 10 – The town of Bloodstone.

Sparrow sat up in the crow's nest, her eyes settling on the horizon. How far did the sea go? What other places lay beyond the borders of Albion? She let those thoughts swirl around her head. She had enjoyed the short stay in Oakfield, she enjoyed having Hannah's company. She glanced down and saw Reaver talking to some of his crew, one of the pointed up and she quickly looked back at the sea. So, he had come looking for her? She had climbed the crow's nest before Reaver had even woken up. She didn't like the fact he would probably try and flirt with her again, she had already had enough of his nonsense talk. And she wished she had listened to Wilson.

"Here you are." Reaver joined her.

"Morning." Sparrow said, Reaver stood next to her. A silence fell between them, Sparrow shivered and looked towards what looked like a mass of spikes coming from the ground.

"What is it?" Reaver looked towards it too.

"I believe that's the Spire, the place that creature wanted to take you." Sparrow replied, she glared at it. "It's where the guy who murdered my sister is…"

"It looks like nothing more than a cluster of spikes." Reaver frowned

"That's what I was thinking. According to what Garth has told me, the Spire was a device created along ago by my ancestors, the last Archon. It was what destroyed the old Kingdom." Sparrow remember that conversation with her friend.

"So, that Garth, he would be that man with blue lines?" reaver asked, Sparrow looked up at him, he had never bother asking about Garth before, then again. He had seen her use magic, her strength. He had seen creatures seek him out for his abilities. Maybe, he was beginning to understand the seriousness of the journey she need to embark on.

"That's right." Sparrow nodded. "The lines are actually Will lines, they show a person magical ability."

"Why don't you have any?" Reaver smirked, that caused Sparrow to stop and think. She looked down at her arm.

"I don't know. I mean, I do have them, but it's rare that they ever become visible." Sparrow explained. "Garth is trying to figure out why."

"I see…And your Skill ability?"

"Is terrible." Sparrow admitted, she could use a gun, but it was awkward, her aim was terrible. "Which, is why I need your help to learn." She looked up at him. "What point is there to an Archonic hero, if they can't use all their abilities properly." Reaver nodded.

"So, this final hero, would be of strength?" Reaver asked

"Yep, I was actually wondering, maybe I have met them before." Sparrow said

"Why do you think that?" Reaver looked at her.

"Well, I met you the day my sister was killed, and I met Garth the following day. Unless that was just an unbelievable coincidence, may have had something to do with use being heroes." Sparrow explained. "If that is true…It makes so much harder. Because, aside from you, Garth and the people of Bowerstone, I don't remember much of that day, the people who were there, people who passed through… It's all a blur…" Reaver thought about it, that did seem rather possible. But, it wasn't much help when trying to figure out how could be the last hero. "Do you know how long it will be until we reach Bloodstone?" Sparrow changed the subject. Reaver looked out at the sea.

"3 days, at most." He replied.

"Cool." She nodded and stretched. "Can't wait to see it." Reaver smirked, seeing her reaction was going to amusing.

"You're joking?" Sparrow's jaw dropped as she set her eyes upon Bloodstone, she had been expecting a lawless town, but not to the degree that it was.

"No, this Bloodstone." Reaver said as the ship docked.

"This place is...urgh." She covered her nose. "I would rather be living back on the streets of Old town then here…please tell me there are at least rules set in place?"

"No, the people take the law into their own hands." Reaver smiled. "Come along little Sparrow." He began to head up a small hill towards a huge manor house.

"Urgh…Come on girl." Sparrow looked down at Reaver, Reaver bark and followed her master up to the manor. Reaver was once again made to stay outside, as Sparrow entered the manor. "wow…"

"Like it?" Reaver smirked.

"Considering this place in a place like this…it's more unbelievable then anything." Sparrow replied. "You went all out on the design, didn't you?" Sparrow looked around.

"Of course." Reaver smiled.

"A little over board, but it's okay." Sparrow looked over at him to see a look of annoyance across his face. She found his sore spot. Great. She knew what to do if he ever tried anything, attack how something looks.

"Over the years, I did expect you would have at least gain a decent taste in décor." Reaver frowned.

"Meh, I am not like anyone else, remember." Sparrow smirked

"That's true enough." Reaver agreed. "I'll show you to your room, keep up though." Sparrow sighed and followed him upstairs. She passed one room, which was overly extravagate, like royalty standard. Her room was just a grandly decorated. It had a fire place and a king-sized bed. "Lunch is usually around 12 ish, don't be late." He left, the room, he smirked. "Make yourself at home." He then walked off.

"Sparrow girl, what have you gotten yourself into." She sighed, then smiled, at least she had two heroes on her side, which was more the Lucien. She noticed a pair of large windows, which were actually doors that led onto a balcony. She stepped outside and took a deep breath, this was finally it. The sea breeze tugged at her hair, she didn't mind. This was the real start of her adventure. "Hero of Strength…" She whispered, and smiled. "I will find you!"

After Lunch, Reaver had a bit of work to do, so sent Sparrow out with some money to get some 'decent clothes'. Sparrow walked down to the town grumbling over how her clothes were decent, and that she was sorry about how she didn't have clothes to the pirate kings liking. She ended up bumping into some, she looked up to quickly apologise, but shut up. She had walked into a boy her age, maybe a few years younger. She blushed and looked away when she realised she was starring.

"Sorry." She muttered.

"It's fine, you were that girl with Reaver, weren't you?" He asked

"Yes…" Sparrow nodded.

"Knew he was bound to have a kid at some point." He began.

"Oh, I am not his daughter." Sparrow said, smiling. "I am Sparrow, I am a hero and Reaver is going to teacher me how to use ranged weapons."

"He'll teacher you more than using a gun." The boy warned her.

"Oh, I know what you mean. But, I can handle him." Sparrow waved him off.

"You sure, you don't look like you can." He folded his arms. People had stopped to watch.

"Well, I am confident in my abilities to know that I could take you down just as easily." Sparrow smirked.

"Is that a challenge?" He glared.

"Why? Scared?" Sparrow grinned

"Bring it." The boy growled. He went to punch her, but she stepped to the side.

"How rude, I introduced myself, you could at least do the same. Did you learn manners?" Sparrow smiled. "You won't woo any girl with that attitude."

"I'm Walter." The boy went to punch her again, this time. Sparrow caught his fist, he looked at her in surprised.

"Nice to meet you Walter." She grinned and kicked him in the chest, sending in back. He landed on his back, completely winded. The town laughed, as Walter sat up. Sparrow stood above him. "Believe me?" She asked, Walter rubbed the area she kicked.

"Yeah, I do." He wheezed. Sparrow held out her hand and pulled him to his feet.

"Good. Now, could you point me in the direction of the clothes shop?" Sparrow asked, Walter laughed.

"I'll show you." Walter led the way. "Don't meet many people our age who can deliver a kick like that. Impressive."

"Thanks. I was orphaned with my older sister at a very early age. I had to get stronger so I could protect myself." Sparrow explained.

"Well, your strength is to be commended." Walter stopped outside a shop. "Here it is."

"Right, thanks. I hope we can hang out some time, when I am not training of course." Sparrow looked at him.

"Count on it." Walter nodded. "see you later Sparrow."

"Bye Walter." Sparrow entered the shop.

Garth entered the small village of Oakfield, if those shadow worshippers were right, the hero of strength should be here. He headed up to the Temple and saw two young kids, one was a little younger then sparrow, the other was a little older. A boy and a girl. He looked at the female, she was definitely the one he was looking for. That was the hero of strength, it had to be.

So, time to start the poll.

Who should Sparrow be with?

Edward Swift

Walter Beck

(I am going to be honest and say I have a wishful ship with one of the interests, but I want to see you opinions first)