"He won't follow us where there are guards," Sparrow told Marine.
"So why is he still following us then?" Marine asked pleasantly.
"You're joking," Sparrow groaned. Then they heard a BOOM. "Cannons. Marine, dive," Sparrow said calmly. They started swimming to Westcliff when they were attacked by Reaver's nets and hauled up sighing loudly.
"Reaver, do you normally attack swimmers like this?" Sparrow asked.
"Er…only if they are rude and leave without saying goodbye then yes, I do," he replied.
"Rude? We were worried about our sex lives thanks very much!" Marine exploded.
"Ah, Marine. As fiery as I remember," Reaver chuckled. She growled at him, annoyed. Rin copied her growling at Reaver's henchmen.
"He's just telling you to make some space," Sparrow told them.
"An if we don'?" Asked one in an attempt to be menacing.
"He says he'll bite you in the crotch," came the calm reply. A big, noticeable circle appeared around the two women. Sparrow gave Rin a proud smile. Rin whined happily.
"I do tire of these pleasantries. If you two would kindly consent to saying goodbye my way, I think I'll forget the threats your sweet mutt gave my men," Reaver said, eyeing Marine. She looked outraged.
"Reaver, you cow. She's 17 and she's not a whore. Plus she's engaged."
"Engaged?"
"Yes."
"And you, Sparrow?"
"Happily married and a proud mother of five children," came her reply.
"Five?" Reaver gasped.
"There were no condoms left in the shop! I had to wait!"
A long and awkward silence followed. "And with that, we're off," Sparrow said.
She slashed the nets open and they all dived overboard. They swum furiously towards the beach and the pirates hastened after them.
Sparrow turned around and raised her middle digit at them in a gesture as old as time at the lot of them. Then they fled the settlement.
Reaver disembarked from his ship and found his way blocked by Sparrow's guards.
"And why would you be chasing our queen, sah?" Asked one.
"QUEEN? She was just a peasant last time I saw her!"
"Ah yes, but we crowned her, didn't we, sah?"
"Oh. Well, this makes things a little more difficult."
"Indeed. And now, if you will be a going your way, we'll forget this lovely little encounter and move on, sah," suggested one.
"Er…" Reaver was, for once, speechless.
Lovely Sparrow was queen of the entire land? With a husband and five heirs to boot! Busy woman. Busy and beautiful. If he could tempt her alluring side, however, that beautiful woman might consent to sharing his bed.
And not forgetting Marine. The blue-eyed lovely with her plaited blonde hair would be an excellent conquest. He went back to his ship and headed home to Bloodstone. He found several whores gossiping on arrival.
"Such skill!"
"She's a marvel."
"Such good taste."
Reaver approached them. "Who are you talking about?" he asked.
"Oh, mister Reaver! Um, it's no one you'd know, I wouldn't think," said one.
"For ten gold each, it could be," he said lazily.
"Alright. It's Queen," divulged another.
"Queen?"
"The Hero of Bowerstone. Used to be called Sparrow, I think," said the last.
"And what is she skilled at?" Reaver asked.
"Reaver, sir, we're WHORES. What else could it be?" said the first, giggling.
"Does her husband know?" "If he does, he doesn't care."
"I see…Thankyou, ladies." He gave them the money and walked away swiftly. "Interesting sex life, Sparrow." He chuckled aloud.
The queen of Albion, a serial paramour when in Bloodstone. What a charming hobby. He was sure the nobles would love to hear about this...