Suddenly, seemingly out of no-where, I awoke once again, but this time I was lying on the bed where Reaver originally was when I had gone to sleep the night before, fatigued from the terror that had occurred on the under parts of the decks . I awoke with a start, sitting up to see a very tired looking Reaver sitting in the chair next to me where I was originally seated and I found myself to have been lying on the pirates lord very own bed, not a spec of blood surrounding me.
"Reaver?" I questioned to him as he suddenly sat up to look at me, giving a deep sigh as if a child being woken from a slumber by a mother in the early hours of the morning time.
"Oh, hello your majesty." He said to me in a husky and almost hung-over way as he rubbed his eyes, opening them slowly to look at me as, forcing a weak smile to me.
"You...moved me?" I asked him gently, and he yawned before smiling to me properly, sitting up straight.
"The potion I was given fixed me and I had no reason to be in bed at that point, and as you were asleep I moved you yet didn't care to move."
That was a lot coming from Reaver. Reaver usually never so much as feeds people, never mind manually moving someone so their comfortable. Is this an odd way of Reaver telling me he somewhat cares? Why would he continue to sit with me here in this room? Perhaps he had no-where else to go, it was probably late.
"Oh and, that was quite the heroic move to come and save me. I must thank you; no-one would've come down otherwise." He said as he took my hand and gave a firm grip, a sign of his appreciation towards my actions and it made me smirk.
"That is quite alright. I had to keep the only person who can properly steer the ship alive." I joked to him and his head tilted slightly, as if questioning if that was the only reason why I came for him, but he seemingly accepted it.
I couldn't help but think although, what would've happened to us all if I had never gone against orders and gone down to the cargo-holds? What is Emily had grabbed me or had forced me into the safe hiding place? I can't dare to think what would have happened to the voyage if Reaver had died and I hadn't managed to get the ship away.
Soon enough, I got up, thanked Reaver for what he did even although it was small and I made my way back around the ship after making sure he was surely healed. I made food, cleaned cabins, talked to Emily, and I repeated that for about a week. I kept doing those things again and again, seeing Reaver now and then on the ship as he smiled at me. Nothing interesting seemed as if it could happen, until the night Reaver decided to host a party.
"Are you going to go?" Emily asked me as she stood folding clothes over her arm and placing them into different drawers, and I smiled to her as she did so.
"It's on the deck of the ship; I doubt we can avoid it!" I laugh to her as she puts the last shirt away as she turned to me as she tilted her head slightly.
"I have nothing to wear." She sighed to herself, and I thought for a minute. I'm sure Reaver must keep woman's clothes somewhere from the towns and different ships he's seized, there must be something we can wear.
"Don't worry, I'll find you something." I said to her, making her smile large and happily.
"What? Will you plunder the Masters room?" She asked with a laugh, and I nodded.
"That's exactly what I was thinking." I replied to her as I began to move out of the room just as Reaver walked into it.
"Reaver!" I yelled as I got a fright, making Emily look up to us.
"Master?" Emily questioned as Reaver didn't automatically move away from me, like he would with any servant. I gave him a stare, an intense one, and I saw it click in his eyes.
"Step back, slave!" He yelled at me, giving me a light push, but I dramatized it and threw myself to the ground like he had shoved me hard, and Emily gasped. I didn't want to lie to Emily like that, but I didn't have a choice.
"Master, that very disre-"
"So are you two ladies coming to my party tonight?" He asked, cutting off Emily in his own form of avoiding more questions, and I gave a nod from the floor.
"Of course, Captain." I said to Reaver who looked significantly taller from the position I was in. Not that he's not tall, he's the tallest man I've ever met, but from this angle it's just ridiculous, and intimidating for that matter, and I stood up, still a lot smaller than him.
"Perfect! If you two lovely ladies need gowns I will supply them for you being such lovely servants!" He said in a grand way, making Emily's smile grow as she looked at me. Reaver then went to Emily, took her hand, and kissed the back of it.
"Forgive my violence. Please do come." Reaver said as Emily's cheeks burned red.
"Y-Yes, of course Master." Emily stuttered out, making me giggle a little to myself. It was true; no-one could apparently help but succumb to Reaver's charm. He smiled to her once more and let go of her hand before coming over to me.
"Come with me." He whispered to me, and I once again faked my fear as Emily looked as if she was going to protest, but she stood down as I gave her a reassuring nod, and I followed on behind Reaver and we left the room, leaving Emily alone. I walked behind him across the deck and he went to his cabin, holding the door for me as I walked in.
"That girl is lovely." He commented as the door was shut.
"That's Emily, remember her?" I asked him as he looked confused until a switch obviously flicked.
"Ah yes, Emily. She looks a lot like you." He almost purred to me as I casted him a glare before smiling again.
"Yes, hence why you've slept with her." I laugh as his face all of a sudden goes red.
"Oh! Look at that, he does feel! Next I'll be naming him!" I said with deep sarcasm in my voice, mocking the vile way he had spoken to me before about his servants, and he sighed out deeply.
"You were a violent minx that night." He said with almost a growl. "But oh I craved you horribly." He admitted, gripping his fist together to show his frustration.
"Yet anyway." I say to quickly change the subject. "This party, what is it for?" I ask as he smirks.
"My recovery of course! And you once again shall be the guest of honour for saving my life!" He said, doing a little twirl to prove his happiness, and it made me laugh.
"I'd love to, but I have nothing to wear." I said honestly, and he smiled.
"Just...clean your outfit and wear that outfit. It's a party on a ship, not in a grand hall! Make sure all servants attend!"
"You're being way too nice." I say to counter him, and he gives me a smirk.
"Perhaps? Would you prefer if I held a party for everyone to be whipped into shape?" He asked with a smirk, making me frown as he's literally done that to me before. As my face dropped, it was as if he'd realized what he'd said, and he stuttered a little.
"I-I mean go and get ready my dearest." He suddenly turned me around and began to shove me for the door, eventually getting me out and slamming the door.
Bloody coward.
I made my way back across the deck, and down into the cargo hold again and I announced Reaver's plan, and all of the servants seemed pleased, especially Emily. They all liked the idea of a on-board party as they'd never had one before and they all took huge interest. They all got their uniforms cleaned to the best extent and everyone wiped off all the blood and dirt that was on them from the voyage, and all of a sudden, everyone looked much more presentable. Soon, the evening arose and I found myself on the deck of the ship as the moonlight shone down, clapping to the Gypsy music that was playing as everyone joined arms and danced around happily with each other, the Master of the ship right in among the crowd, dancing with men and woman alike as if they were the noble men and ladies I would see at his mansion rendezvous. Just like another party of his I attended earlier in our meetings, I was abruptly grasped by a random male pirate, and he pulled me into another mercenary themed dance, 'The Balverine Turn' once more, as the water lapped up against the ships walls. I had noticed that through out the crowds of people. Reaver has kept glancing over to me now and then as if to make sure I wasn't doing anything out of hand, or in other words, not doing anything he would do. The feeling of his eyes being locked onto my body did not bring the uneasyness it would've all those months ago, hell, those few weeks ago in his Bloodstone manor. Yet, it brought an odd feeling of comfort to me as it gave me a sense of protection, but probably a false feeling at that, he does not care for any soul to have any large regard for their life, regardless of the fact of me being the Queen that he has faltered so in the past few months. And yet, he kept his eyes placed onto me regardless of whatever turn or step he took, until the music stopped and a crowd of female servants came all around him and began to flurry him with speech and he stopped looking at me, making me feel as if a physical weight was lifted off of me. As I watched, I noticed Emily in the group of woman and she was probably closest to him. It was clear to me most of this time that Emily has had a firm liking to her Master and that she too had succumb to his charming ways towards all genders, and it almost made me smirk as he watched over the frolicking ladies. Yet, as I went back to sit on the steps leading up the steps to the main wheel, a sailor approached me.
"Ahoy." He said to me in a rather rough tone, most likely trying to be stereotypical and I smiled up to the figure in front of me.
"Ahoy." I said back with almost a laugh, the slang word for 'Hello' almost throwing off my uprightness and he smiled to me in a kind way before putting a hand out to me.
"Would ye like to dance wi' me, ma'am?" He asked me in his odd tone and I nodded my head in acceptance, standing as he pulled me into himself as the gypsy music started again. He pulled me around and around as everyone else began to join into the dance happily and I was enjoying myself thoroughly but...then I noticed that Reaver wasn't dancing at all, he was standing with his arms folded across his body as he glared across the way at me, lots of woman obviously trying to convince him to dance with him, but it wasn't working, he just kept standing there angrily as if someone had plundered his belongings. The person I was with seemed harmless, yet interesting. They had the nature of someone I perhaps wanted to know maybe, someone who could have potential.
Then, the part in the dance came where the male tips over the female partner and gives them a quick kiss. It's a traditional pirates dance, what do you think? Then, as I was tipped over all of a sudden a gunshot was heard and I heard a few people scream and I fell the the ground, my partner falling just by me, bleeding from the head. I looked across the way to see Reaver standing there, gun up, smoke still coming from the end as he glared at me.
"Why did you do that?" I shouted across the way to him, a little more than disappointed that the person I thought of getting to know more was already dead within a few minutes.
"I don't want any kissing on my deck unless it's by me. Men, come and throw that body overboard before I shoot another one of you." He said dismissively as the people with their instruments began to play the music again in an attempt to shove it off, and it seemingly worked as the body of the man was thrown over the side. I got up from my spot, thankfully not covered in blood and I stormed over to him as he leaned over the side of the ship.
"Are you drunk or something? It's a part of the dance!" I shout to him as he sighs and raises his head to me.
"I didn't want to see any of that. Besides as I said, if any kissing is going on it's coming from me." He said in a low tone, getting his point across to me and I sighed.
"Possessive bastard." I muttered to myself just as I went to walk away just as he grasped my arm and pulled me into him, suddenly giving me a heavy and harsh kiss, holding me into place, our faces locked. Then, he released me and pushed me out of his way.
"There, is that possessive enough for you, my dear?" He said to me in his usual tone as I just walked away back into the party, disgruntled but yet a little amused.