"Everyone hurry up! We don't have all day!" I heard being yelled in Reaver's voice as we all bustled from side to side, everyone carrying things in their hands, quickly trying to get things from the house and down the Bloodstone docks. I was carrying boxes full of what I assumed to be alcohol and I was just running with them to the boat, throwing them onto the deck for the pirates aboard to pack them into the cargo-hold properly so everything could be secured so the voyage could begin. As soon as all of the things were put into the ships, all of the servants, including myself were all shoved onto the boat in a big group, all of us servants keeping in a little circle of fear as big men with canes beat us into that shape and onto the ship and were trying to get us to go down into the cargo hold with the other belongings. As we were being pushed in, my arm was grasped and I turned to see Reaver who pulled me out from the crowd and held me to the side to stop me going down to the lower decks.

"Stop staring! Go down below, all of you!" Reaver shouted at the servants who had stopped at looked at us oddly for him putting a hand on me. I saw Emily among the crowd and she flashed me a smile, the red, black and gold Reaver Industries outfit making her look rather grand. The servants all got a big fright at the sound of their Masters voice and they all went below deck as told.

"I hope they'll be treated well." I said to Reaver in a firm tone, and he gave me a brief smirk.

"They'll be fine it's just those men who are dangerous to the- Hey! Be careful they count as cargo!" Reaver shouted, stepping away from me and going over to men who had been hitting the servants into line and underneath the ship.

I smirked at this thing that he did as he marched at the men and kept yelling at them and everyone else. I decided to play the part of the maid I was supposed to be and I kept my head bowed when he addressed everyone else to make it seem like I was frightened, as if he'd pulled me to the side to beat me or row me, and it made everyone then stop paying attention to me.

Reaver soon came back over to me and gave me a smile before pulling me across the deck and he opened a door and walked the both of us into a lavish room that was presumably his and I smirked.

"What a room you have, Captain." I say to him as I glance to him as he streches out.

"I'm hungry." Reaver said as he glanced over to me, giving me a look as if to say 'Would you?' and I sighed.

"Where would I find food?" I asked him as he gave me a smirk.

"Oh, the cargo holds where all the other slaves are. You'll find some in there. Make sure to take some for yourself although; don't want you starving to death." He said in his sarcastic tone, making me roll my eyes back.

'All the other slaves'? Huh.

I left the room as he said so and I made my way across the deck and into the cargo holds where everyone else, just talking away to each other and I saw Emily and I gave her a wave as she waved back. This obviously wasn't these peoples first voyage; they'd seemingly done it before from their calmness.

I went over to some barrels in the corner that were open which just so happened to have piles of salt in them, which I'm guessing contained salted fish. I found two plates from another crate and I took two pieces of the salted fish, one for me and one for Reaver as I found a crate with alcohol in it, which I also took a bottle of and I made my way back upstairs and back into Reaver's cabin as he looked over to me, seemingly getting undressed.

"Find anything of interest?" He asked me in his obnoxious tone, and I looked to the plates I was holding.

"Salted fish and...uh, alcohol?" I said in a slanted tone as I wasn't sure what the liquid was and I placed a plate on the dresser and kept another in my hands for myself.

"God I do hate the food we have to eat on the ocean. Nothing fresh for weeks, it's disgusting." Reaver said in his usual pompous tone, and I rolled my eyes. When I was training to become a hero, any type of food was a god sent, especially something as expensive as fish. I guess their only choice is to carry preserved food with them as they must not stop in many ports, more like a voyage in two three steps. One, board ship. Two, do what you have to do. Three, un-board and go home.

"Stop complaining; just be happy we can eat." I say to him and I give him a laugh as he turned his nose up at the food before slowly accepting and beginning to eat it. The taste of the salt was strong, but it was nice to eat properly for once. I looked at the pirate as he sat by his dresser, looking rather tired and rather stressed, the heart on his face back in its rightful place, but instead of being all black, it had red in the middle to match the rest of his clothes.

After a while of eating and of Reaver drinking whatever it was heavily, he sighed as rolled his head back.

"Now, my dear, there is something I must admit." The seemingly drunk Reaver said as he turned his head to me, and I looked to him as I collected his plate and now empty bottle.

"What is it?" I questioned him as I leaned off to the side, studying the pirate.

"I must admit that not many people will survive this torturous voyage." He began, giving a drunken 'hic'. "And I even doubt you'll make it my Queen." He said to me as he gave me a smile, obviously a little unaware of exactly what he was saying.

I thought for a second about what he said. Could he just be speaking drunk or could this be the truth? Are a lot of us really going to die from being here?

"Why wouldn't we make it?" I asked him as his smile widened.

"Other pirates." He said as he stood from his seat and made his way over to me as he stumbled slightly.

Maybe it wasn't the best idea to give him alcohol, but at least he's happy.

Then, all of a sudden, he wrapped his arms around me, making me jump a little and he just held me close, pulling my head into his chest.

"I do hope you survive so one day I may take that innocence from you." He said, slurring his words a little as he smile grew above me, and what he said made me jump even more.

"Did you just say-"

"When this is over I'm going to bed you." He smiled to me as I pushed him off me, making him stumble back a good few steps and make him frown.

"I'm not ever sleeping with you, Reaver. We've been over this before." I say as I look to him disgusted as he tilts his head.

"You'll sleep with me one day, my fairest majesty. Everyone does." He says to me, using his arms to flare his opinion, and I scoffed at him.

"Never. Not even if you were the last man on Earth." I say to him truthfully, attempting to bruise his ego, and he placed a hand on his heart, a usual sign that he found it funny that someone tried to offend him.

"You think you won't, but you will, just like your mother."

With that, I dropped the plates and I ran up to him, the power in my veins pumping and causing blue lines to suddenly cover my body and Reaver gave a sharp gasp as I slammed him to the back wall.

"How dare you?" I say to him quietly to assure no-one could possibly hear, and he grits his teeth.

"Let me go before I beat you again.""You wouldn't do that, let's face it. Just don't be so arrogant, or next time, you'll have to deal with a Hero."

"I'm a hero as well."

"Yes over fifty years ago." I say as I release him from my grip and let him drop to his knees, and he grits his teeth as if he wanted to say something to me before standing back up and straightening his cravat, that experience obviously sobering him up a little.

"Now, be a dear and take those things to the servants below to wash. We're heading out into open water." He said as he pointed behind me to the plates, and I did so, decided that he's probably had enough as the blue veins faded away and let me looking the same again and I picked up the plates and I walked out of the room as he followed behind me, going to an upper deck as I went below.

As I went down, Emily suddenly ran to me.

"What happened? We heard a slam!" Emily said to me in a panic, studying me as if looking for cuts or bruises.

"Oh, that was nothing; I and Reav-...I mean the Master had a little disagreement." I said as a servant came to me and took the plates from my hands and I nodded to them respectfully as Emily tilted her head.

"My, you and Reaver do have an odd relationship. What was the disagreement about?" She asked me, and I thought it if I should tell her or not, and I decided that there was no choice in not telling her.

"He wants me to sleep with him, but I said no." I said dryly to her as her mouth hangs open.

"Really? You must be the only one who hasn't succumbed to him!" She exclaimed to me as the ship jolted heavily, obviously begin to leave harbour as me and Emily almost lost our footing, decided to sit on the steps to secure ourselves.

"Yes, of course, him and all his 'charm'." I laugh to her we both suddenly heard Reaver shouting from up top.

"Move yourselves faster or I'll shoot the bloody lot. I don't care if I said they count as cargo, get down there and make them work!"

Me and Emily suddenly looked to each other and moved from the stairs as the men from before came down and caused a stir between us all, forcing us all to the open deck. As I walked up, we saw the ship leaving Bloodstone dock and we were all ordered to go to other parts of the ship. Some to the kitchen, some to the bedrooms and others to work on the deck as I saw Reaver at the back, standing with the ships steering wheel, hanging over it with a grin on his face just as Emily leaned over to me.

"The Masters drunk, isn't he?" She asked as I nodded my head to her, holding in a nervous laugh as she went in another direction to me as I was ordered to go to the kitchen and she to clean bedrooms for the other pirates on board. I followed the others who had been ordered to the kitchen, and I went willingly, anything to get off deck and away from Reaver.

I went to the kitchen and I stayed there for several hours, making food as presentable as it could be in its preserved state and we served the whole crew, but not Reaver. Apparently, he'd retired to his cabin early, but was still asking for my presence, so I went.

On opening the door to his room, he was already asleep in his bed, lying on his back in his white shirt, his eyes softly shut as he breathed deeply. I approached him and I pulled the chair up from the dressing table to his bedside, and I sat down in front of the sleeping man.

"Reaver is industry, huh?" I asked him in his state of peaceful sleep and I sighed once more. I had these same feelings from when I saw him sleeping, the feeling that you'd never know how pompous and purely insane he is when he sleeps.

"You're an evil bastard Reaver, but I can't help but look at you." I'm not sure what made me do it, but I placed my hand on the side of his sleeping face, and he seemingly nuzzled into it softly, making me slightly shocked.

"Maybe one day you'll change." I smiled to him just as he about to stir, and I pulled my hand back, seemingly making him furrow his face.

"No, come back." He muttered as he reached out to me, eyes shut and I complied and put my hand back to the usual place on his face.

"But the heart on you face?" I say, commenting on the makeup that I didn't wish to mess up in case he hit me again, but he then put a hand over my hand, keeping it in place on his face.

"I don't care, smudge my heart. You are the only one who can anyway."

When he said that, it made my heart flutter. What did that mean? I know he was commenting on the painted heart he wears on his face, but I feel as if he meant more than that.

"Reaver, there's more food for me to prepare for the morning." I said to him, pulling my hand away and going to move, but he suddenly gripped my wrist lightly.

"I do not care. Come, get into bed." He said as he lifted his covers a little, thankfully still fully clothed. I gasped for a second before my face burned red.

"Reaver I've already told you I'm not going to let you bed me." I frowned to him as he raised and eyebrow, eyes still closed.

"I don't wish to bed you right now, I'm too tired. Come sleep."

I thought for a minute, and I decided that why shouldn't I sleep beside him if he wants me. He's too intoxicated to even try anything anyway and I moved from the chair and into the bed beside him, facing him as my face continued to burn and a smile appeared on his face as he suddenly pulled me in close.

"Goodnight, your majesty." He said as he seemed to drift back off into sleep, and I settled down in the bed, and before I knew it, I was asleep as well.

"Oh don't tell me we had sex and I missed it!"

My eyes suddenly shot open to the voice of a very hungover and disgruntled Reaver, sitting up in the bed and my head lay on his chest and in forgetting my situation, I sat up properly to look at him.

"No, we didn't have sex. You just wanted me to sleep beside you." I say to him as he sighed in a dramatic way.

"Drats! I was sure I had bedded you."

Something about this made me smile. It was his almost bipolar attitude from being intoxicated and tired to being hungover and wide awake; there was something terribly funny about it.

"Ah well, never the less, there is another day ahead! Another day, the closer to our prize!" He said as he threw his bedcovers off and I stood up, brushing himself off, glancing in the mirror and then going for the door to the room, me quickly following behind. As we got out on deck, there was men everywhere working hard as usual as servants walked from cabin to cabin with cleaning supplies and Reaver suddenly pulled my arms, making me stumble but walk with him. He began pulling to the very front of the ship before he looked over for a second.

"You there! Yes, you! Drive the ship would you please? I don't care if you have no experience! Well this is a perfect time to learn! Look, take the wheel. Ah, see? There you go! Oh and if you hit anything I will shoot you. I don't care if I forced you or not." He sighed and rubbed his head, obviously disgruntled and bored of the men on the ship.

"Why are we here? Aren't you supposed to steer the ship?" I asked him as he looked down to me.

"Well, yes of course but I wanted to ask you something just before I got started on that, but I wish to be outside so I could track the ships progress." He said in an awkward way, as if he was feeling nervous about something, and I tilted my head as a way to say 'Go on', and he swallowed hard.

"Well, I was wondering if our deal still stands." He said to me as I gave him a confused, the wind picking up as the ship tore through the water, sails flying.

"The deal that I never see you again after our voyage." He said as he looked to the floor momentarily, and I thought for a moment. Do I really wish to have this happen? I mean, Reaver has used me, tricked me, shot me twice, practically kidnapped me, used me as a slave, beat me, dragged me onto a possibly killed voyage and...he asks me this now? Why do I want to say no?...

"That deal still stands. I think you understand me when I say that, Reaver." I say to him as I tilt my head at the thought of never even so much as glancing at Reaver again, and it made my stomach turn. I'm becoming too attached to Reaver.

"Ah yes of course, I understand!" He said as if pretending to be chirpy, but there was an underline of someone internally hurt in his voice.

"That's fine. I can't wait to get you away from me, you're nothing but trouble!" He said to me in his pompous way, and I sighed to him and I turned away from the captain.

"You don't have to be so cold." I said before I made my way away from him.

Time had passed and I had spent it with Emily in one of the rooms of the ship, speaking to her about my experience, still keeping on the down low that I was the Queen and she listened to me as I listened to her.

"I was five and I lost my father to some kind of disease and that resulted in my family being horrifically poor. We were moved from regular Bowerstone to the Industrial state, and I began work at seven underneath Reaver's rule. My mother died when I was 12 from illness as well from the factory work, and I was alone, but I was independent. Soon then one day, I was called to Reaver's office almost sure that my execution awaited me, but he asked me to serve him as a personal maid. I don't know what made him to this day, but it wasn't out of liking, he never even learned my name. I've now been under him for 7 years."

Her story was mostly regular for young females of Albion. Losing their parents, being alone and then being picked up by tycoons who wish for household servants to prove their status, but I was glad that she managed to work under Reaver. If she never did, I would've never have met her to save her.

She told me more stories of the dreams she had of living as royalty or even working under royalty, and as she told me I smiled to her as I knew one day she would, under me.

Just then, as she was explaining more, the ship suddenly jolted violently and I and Emily were thrown off of our feet. As we were on the floor, we gave each other a horrified look before she stood and looked to me.

"Take off your heels, they might get caught and they'll be harder to run in. Leave your apron behind, it'll get caught and keep your hair up okay?" She said to me as I stood beside her as I knew what she was meaning.

"The ships under attack." She said as she left all of her things and ran out of the cabin, me following. It was obvious that this wasn't the first time she'd done this. As we ran out on deck, the ship was most definitely slanted off to the side and on the left side I saw another huge ship looming over us. I couldn't help but stare, but a pull of my arm by Emily made me sprint with her.

"The cargo hold been hit it seems. Don't go downstairs, not for anything. You'll get hurt, it's orders." She said to me as she pulled me across the deck to the front of the boat and she looked over, staring into the water.

"We can climb down the ship and get into a cabin that'll be safe, but we'll have to smash a window." She said to me as she looked over, and in the franticness of the attack, I looked over as I was expecting to see Reaver at the wheel of the ship, incoherently screaming at people but...he wasn't there.

"Where is the Master?" I suddenly yelled out the servants who did what Emily described, who were climbing down the edge of the ship and were making their way into a cabin at the front through a now smashed window.

"He went to the cargo hold, presumably to find a servant." One shouted back up to me, making my heart thump inside of my chest hard, feeling as if it could burst. I stared at Emily who was making sure that everyone was getting into their safe place properly, and she gave me a look of angst as if to say 'Don't bother', but I couldn't help myself. I turned from her and began running to the opening of the cargo hold as she called after me, and I turned for a second as I saw her going over the side, obvious tears in her eyes and I watched as she lowered herself to safety as the crew of the ship ran around frantically.

I began to make my way to the cargo hold where there was a big draft coming from, which made my heart sink, it had been hit. As I got down, I saw a large hole in the side of the ship that thankfully wasn't letting in water and I scanned around and I couldn't see Reaver. I called his name and a groan was heard, and I went over to a set of scattered barrels as I saw him there, blood everywhere.

"Reaver!" I yelled, kneeling to him as he bled against the wall.

"I wasn't hit, the blast smacked me back. I came to look for you." He said as he was putting pressure onto the wound he had on his abdomen, as if he'd been shot.

"I thought you were immortal!"

"Immortal, but not invincible." He groaned to me as another bang was sounded in the ship, another blast sounding. I thought to myself quickly, and I knew I had to move him and get him back to the ships wheel, regardless of the injury. I quickly picked him up and over my shoulder with all the strength I could and he gave a scream as I held him up, the blood dripping down my outfit. I quickly ran up the stairs of the ship and across the deck to the wheel, and I put him down as he slumped ver the wheel, seemingly passing out.

"Reaver you have to try, that other ship is going to sink us!" I say as I glance to the other ship across the way as it seems to be gaining on us, and as I turn back, Reaver was completely passed out over the wheel of the ship, and I gasped in sharply on seeing the very dead looking Reaver, covered in his own blood. I had no time to think, and I quickly pushed him from the wheel, making him hit the floor and I began to drag the wheel in the opposite direction of the other ship. The wheel was very hard to use, it was extremely heavy and rather rusted. Yet, soon enough, I managed to get out of the way of the other ship and into open water again as the servants poured over the front of the ship again, coming back up from their hiding place as they all looked across horrified.

"Master!" I heard Emily scream as she ran over with the rest of the servants and pirates.

"Quickly, someone get cloths! Put pressure on the wound!" One of the servants suddenly drew their apron from their body and threw it to me, and I kneeled down to Reaver and began to add pressure.

"Quickly, men, take him to his quarters and keep the pressure!" Pirates of the ship suddenly lifted Reaver from his spot and ran with him to his quarters as I followed fast behind, Emily trailing also.

As we reached his room he was put onto his bed, and his eyes were now open, but he was most definitely not awake, his head was just back as his eyes were open as well as his mouth slightly ajar. I quickly ripped off half of my already short dress and I quickly pulled his shirt from his body to see one of his ribs coming through his chest and I attempted to keep calm, just happy that he wasn't awake for the ordeal. No wonder he groaned so much when I picked him up. I then used all the force I could and I pushed the rib back into his body before wrapping the cloth around it before a health potion was handed to me, and as his mouth was open, it was poured into his mouth as Emily stepped forwards and rubbed his throat so it would go down and not choke him, and it seemed as if it had worked. We all took a breath, sighing knowing that he's now be okay and everyone left the room for him to sleep, but I never left him. I pulled a chair up to him and took one of his hands into mine, holding it steadily as I drifted off to sleep, sitting there with him.