I can't help but feel tingly when I read my reviews. It's like being in love—gah—I'm so thankful for them! Thank you. Question though… What color are Reaver's eyes? Better yet, what are the three's eye colors? I googled it, and it didn't give me a good answer, as well as Wikipedia.
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Chapter Eleven
Don't Forget to Breathe
The Heroine was not left alone in Captain's Quarters for long. Who knows why, maybe he didn't trust her alone with his things, maybe he didn't want to give her a chance to escape, not that it were possible at this point. What would you do after you've gotten out? Summon some sort of beastly sea monster and ride it home? Doubtful… but if she could, she would.
As she reached for the knife that was fortunately still on her person, she arched her back and brushed against the handle of her dagger that was hoisted at her lower part of her leg. Good thing pirates weren't the brightest folk… she'd probably be hog-tied like this for the remainder of the trip, had they taken it.
Of course, it made her so angry that they took her items from her. Curse them—who knows—they might sell them or something. Ugh, they cost her a hefty sum of money, though! Not that they were special, just her only way of defense other than the dagger, which she held in her hands.
Sparrow was glad she didn't upgrade to a thicker, heavier dagger. This knife was dull, but it could be easily hidden. Beginning to saw the thick and dry ropes, she continued to press her ear to the door, listening.
Reaver's voice could be heard clearly.
"The damage is done, and we've got our little trinket. Set a new course to Bloodstone… Go on, get busy."
"That's all? Just a woman? We haven't checked the storage or the—"
"Oh, what I've got is something priceless…" The men went on their way. She heard many feet running across the deck, but the sound of Reaver's footsteps made her heart pound. What did he want from little Sparrow…?
She managed to cut through the bonds and she held them tightly. Nimble feet backed away from the door as the sound of him opening the door came to her ear, and she stared at him…
Look at him… Standing there, a smug little grin on his face… but then she had to ask him about the survivors… Sparrow wasn't the only one with questions, though.
"You shot them…" Sparrow said… earning a chuckle from the cocky pirate. "… I can't believe you—this misbehavior—it's completely unnecessary—…"
"Oh, do relax. I didn't kill anyone… I had other people kill other people." Reaver said, passing the blame to another, and Sparrow's posture slouched. This man… was unbelievable. He was rotten to the core… Feeling hopeless, she stared at him, unable to really do anything… Reaver finally rolled his eyes, seeming disappointed. "Tsk… I didn't kill everyone… There are some left…"
"You mean, one; they're completely unharmed, or two; they're severely hurt, but still alive. Which is it, Reaver?"
"The first one. Now, lets get down to business, shall we?" He said, walking over to a round table that featured a map, along with various other things that Sparrow could never see herself using… She kept her hands out of his sight as she watched him prop his feet up. Instantly… "Did you have a nice little f-fur-furlough, hm?"
"How did you find me?" She asked instantly, nearing the table.
"Oh… a coworker, you could say." He didn't want to give a specific name. Ugh…
"Theresa?"
"No, but very good guess. Haven't seen that blind crone since I was taken to Samarkand. Very nice place, though I was disappointed by it's women. Other than that, I found a lot of… interesting things." He didn't say what exactly, but Sparrow could care less. The pirate was getting on off topic.
"Then who?"
"My resources—"
"Garth?" Couldn't be Hammer, there's not one else… Reaver laughed and shook his head. "Who?! How?!"
"No, no, no." He said, extending his index finger to show disagreement. "My turn for questions. It's come to my attention that you're carrying something of great value on you… I know you have it, but my question is—"
"You can't have it." Sparrow said, not understanding how he found our, or why he wanted it, but she wasn't going to hand it over to him in exchange for freedom. She sneered at the pirate who also sneered. Both vex and cross, Reaver stood up.
"Wrong answer."
"Dare you to take it." Sparrow knew he was going to, whether she said this or not. She just wanted to dare him to get close… Come closer, Reaver. Do it… "Well, my turn to ask a question. We're friends, right? So, I feel like I've known you long enough to ask you…"
Reaver raised a brow in the silence that filled his wine glass with curiosity, so to speak. He walked towards her, glare at her in disbelief of many things she's saying.
"… are you putting on weight?"
Yes, Sparrow wasn't being completely serious. She wanted to insult him for not answering her questions directly, and it seems she's hit a nerve. You'd expect this kind of reaction from a high-class woman—
"How dare you!" He said, grasping her red cloak and pulling her closer. Just as he did that, she brought her knife to his neck. She expected shock in Reaver's eyes, but he seemed unfazed. "You can't…"
"Immortal, I know… but I wouldn't mind testing the limits."
"I'll fill you full of lead before that happens." True, he could. The barrel of his Dragonstomper .48 was aimed at her temple, and she grinned. "You should considering yourself lucky—"
"I am quite lucky. Shoot me, if you don't mind cleaning up my blood on your floor. Do it. Third times the charm, isn't it?"
Reaver heard the girl grip tightly on the handle of her knife, and he glared her down with those intense eyes. Must be very good eyes, seeing as how if he had bad eyes, it wouldn't matter how good the gun was, he'd just miss. Though, Sparrow was truly bluffing… She knew she couldn't kill this man. She almost didn't want to… for a strange reason…
She didn't know what kind of force brought him to lower his gun down, but as he placed it back in it's holster, Sparrow did the same with her knife. The Heroine relaxed a little bit. Smirking, she raised her nose to him.
"How nice that we can work things out in a civilized manner."
Without missing one beat.
"If I can't keep it, I'll just keep you." Reaver said, a calm and oh-so-sure expression coming over him as he walked over to the large round table, shuffling some papers around.
"… What?"
"Oh, you can't live forever… but I can."
"No, I refuse."
"Of course you do… just count yourself lucky. You're going to be the envy of all in Bloodstone until death… or at least until you give up that mask." He said, picking up a compass as he placed the stack of maps down under a book he carelessly threw on them, to make sure he didn't lose them. "Of course, we might as well save the trouble and get married."
This had to be a bluff. He wouldn't get married to someone who had no… dowry. Just for a mask, would he really? Well, she wasn't willing to accept it… but she couldn't help but think he was bluffing. As he turned to look at her, he was surprised to find she was grinning.
"Sure. That way I can spend every coin you have on myself…!"
"… Erm… Hm. Yes, well… I don't think you'll be that kind of housewife."
"You would know, wouldn't you?"
He shot a glare at Sparrow, gripping the handle of his gun so tightly she heard his gloves softly creek. Well, she obviously was not going to get married, but she was going to put him through hell. Then, the mood in the room changed.
"We'll get married, right now—"
"No…" She said instantly. "Erm…"
"Oh, why? You were so eager to get married not but a second ago." He stepped closer to Sparrow, who felt herself shrink a bit. "You wear that sad look so well, you know… Infact… I'll get you a ring, first thing when we reach Bloodstone. I'd give you one right now, but I don't think you deserve something that costs more than your body…"
Sparrow felt a strange pang hit her. She wasn't a cheap woman… Gripping her left hand, she appeared so hurt. Reaver laughed at this, grabbing a rough hold of her chin. If it were anymore rough, it would bruise. He leaned in, but Sparrow felt panic take her and she pulled away.
"You never got over your family's death…" He stated, now not appearing so sinister. The grin was still hooked on his lips, and she had to look away, wanting to die at the mentioning o them… "How could anyone see you as a mother or wife, let alone a lover…"
"How could anyone see you as The Hero of Oakvale?!"
"… Touché, fiancée." He said, his grin no longer on his expression. At least, she didn't hear a smirk on his lips as he said these words. Damn… she hated this man. "So you found out about that."
"It's obvious, isn't it?" Sparrow said, keeping her eyes on the floor. That's her only complaint about Albion—there is nothing she can do to bring Oakvale back—she can't really "save" all of Albion…
"Yes, but you don't know everything. How strange, you remind me of Lucien—"
A fist that hit him perfectly in the chin silenced him. She would've slapped him, but it was just the mentioning of being compared to Lucien… How dare Reaver say that.
"You don't know a thing about what I've been through…!" Sparrow shouted, before Reaver grabbed a fire hold of the heroine's wrist and held his chin. Good thing he was immortal, or he'd be really pissed. His undying beauty is what he cherished most. Staring down at her, he grabbed the second hand she tried to use to pry her from the tight painful grip….
"You don't know a thing about what I've been through, either." He could've crashed his lips to hers… but he didn't. Why? Because he was too unbelievably irritated to give her the pleasure of something like that. He turned and pushed her down on the bed, and left her there. "I suggest you get used to this kind of treatment, because I don't think either of us will be making this easy for the other."
"I hate you." She seethed.
"Everyone does at first. You'll love me, one way or another." Reaver said, walking to the door, confident he'd make this hell for her.
"Your face isn't as perfect as you think, thief!" She shouted, just before the door was slammed shut. Yes, she was alone in the room… and being alone, she noticed the sickening feeling in her stomach. Sparrow felt suffocated… Damn… Damn…! "I hate you!" She shouted again, even though he probably didn't hear her.
Then she realized… her lack of sleep for the previous days has made her feel so… sick and tired. Laying her head down on a pillow, she noticed something. It smelt like Reaver. She gritted her teeth and clutched her red scarf, covering it over her mouth and nose… This would have to do…
